eye of the tiger - or newt, or whatever we can find

Lucretia gave a joyous yip as he ended the boar's life. Felling this brute was certainly something to celebrate! Relief crashed over her and as her adrenaline began to fade, her wound started to sting something fierce. "I'm fine," she reassured him. "Head wounds just tend to bleed... a lot. But it's superficial at best," Luce said confidently. Truly, the wound looked ugly: blood trickled forth freely and matted the fur above and below her eye. With some attention it would be cleaned up quickly. A poultice would slow and stop the bleeding if they could find something to throw together. "Thank you for accompanying me. I couldn't have done it without you," she said earnestly. It was true. A boar that size would have made mincemeat of her if she hadn't had Bourbon to worry at its heels. Luce was a capable hunter but any wolf would be foolish to try and hunt an adolescent pig on their own. Especially a male.

She eyed the tusks with interest. "Someone would pay a high price for these, I'm sure of it." Luce wasn't much of a crafter but Ashen was filled with wily wolves who would know what to do with a prize like this. "But first, let's eat." They had earned it after all. She had no reservations about tucking into a meal they had worked this hard for. Biting into its tough flesh, Luce could swear that she tasted some of the boar's fear and rage. It was just that fresh.

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twc 2612/2500 (WOOOOO)