Game Changer

Returning south from his exploration of the intriguing northern lands, he found himself in a tree-filled grove when the scent of hogs had him sinking into a cautious crouch. Boar could be quite dangerous, particularly when they had squeakers with them as this sounder clearly did. He had no wish to be torn up from a lack of care. Circling wide of the sounder, he was surprised to come upon another male watching them. He did, in fact, nearly stumble over other male, but the white markings across the males back caught Mask's attention in time for him to stop. A moment of hesitation, then he crept up beside the stranger. It had been a long journey, and surely a hunt could benefit them both if the other male was as interested in the hogs as he seemed. Another pack wolf, not a loner. "Would you care for assistance in a hunt?" he asked, sotto voce.