You Can't Go Wrong With Hog Meat

Halla laid out a bit of a plan, but Asla felt the need to add a word of warning. "Be careful. They can spin in a dime and can break a wolf to pieces easier than anything. Stay away from the front end." The young wolf nodded and split from the group, skirting around from bush to bush, tree to tree, keeping herself out of sight until the last minute.

Asla sprang forward, shooting into view. The boar saw her and struggled to its feet, a squealing grunt parting its tusked maw. She kept well out of range so it wouldn't be able to charge her in time to do damage. The girl growled, tail arching over her spine to make herself look larger. The boar was nipped and began to spin, but Asla was on it. She darted in, snapped at the edge of its jaw, then jumped back before it could swing to strike her.