The Unlikely Packmate [PO]

The big beast spoke, and Arne could understand it! He boldly stepped closer, walking underneath Taliesyn’s belly and wearing between the massive hooves that could easily crack his skull open. He stood between the horse things front legs, looking up in awe. "I’m Arrrne!" there was a little rolling growl on the extra r’s, like he might be displeased with his name, or maybe he was only used to hearing it when he was in trouble.

The boy removed himself from his precarious position in time for a young warthog piglet to emerge from the grasses where he had just been. It squealed and rubbed its tiny tushes against his rump and he giggled, shoving it with his hip and bounding a step away. "This’s Arrrvid," The boy introduced the warthog with a face splitting smile. "He keeps followin’ me." He didn’t sound disappointed at all.

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