[i]The Magna Pater's cunning was matched only by its senses. It had never encountered a humanoid machine before, though it knew of guns. To its aggravation, this thing confused its heat pits. Its sonar, however, flawlessly picked out every detail of the mech, even though the trees would have troubled the echolocation of any other creature. Those were big guns. It had enough strength to tear grizzly bears limb from limb, but this hulking thing somehow marching towards it was beyond strength. Even if it could somehow get close enough to outmaneuver and entangle this mystery prey, it could never get past the massively thick armor which so firmly bounced back its ultrasonic frequencies. If there were any weaknesses, it couldn't see them now. Even more mysterious, the metal giant somehow knew where it was. 

The monster was patient, though. Like every predator, it knew that watching and waiting was sometimes the best solution. It could travel through the woodsy domain far more quickly than the mech, and could study its enemy all the while. It would pick and prod at every surface of this problem until it found a crack to exploit. First and foremost, though, it had to make the thing lose its trail. Once it was free, it would have literally all the time in the world to destroy this opponent. It was feeling rather, well, productive in light of current events. The Magna Pater began to experiment. It darted halfway up a tree and began lunging quickly from evergreen to evergreen, using its rudimentary wings to cover each distance, making sure not to rise close to the treeline. It would gradually swerve from its path to determine if the follower would still be able to track it. It had three-quarters of a mile on the metal thing and gaining, with hundreds of miles of woodland ahead. Even if the metal thing knew still where it was and was faster on open ground, there was no way it could catch up with the trees in the way. The metal thing could try jumping around like the Incredible Hulk, and would still not be able to make progress or sight the horror. This could go on for a while, and the longer the chase went on, the more urgent a certain set of questions would become...

Did mech pilots have built in toilets? What about autopilot for when it was sleepytime? How much food and water was stocked? There were a few streams flowing down from the mountains (which the Magna Pater was staying far away from on purpose), but few animals to hunt and eat. They always hid well when the monster's cry echoed through the woods (which it had also done with a purpose). Thanks to its metabolic regulation and expert hunting abilities, it would have no trouble at all traveling for long periods of time. It crossed oceans and continents with marathon ease when pursuing the families of victims across the world. The mech could go on, but the pilot had mortal needs. Unless the beast was cornered, these questions would eventually need to be answered.[/i]