I'm Boared

They make a good team. Fern chases the bigger boar and the younger one away, separating the healthier pair from the injured. The big one squeals in frantic rhythm, trying to get its mate to answer but, every time it moves to try and rush the brown attacking wolf, it is met with teeth and growls. The duo grows agitated, trying to rush the gray girl and slam their tusks into her flesh. She is able to sidestep their frenzied attacks effortlessly, slowly but steadily getting their line of site off the injured boar. A loud, panicked squeal sounds from behind the trio and the large boar tries to charge Fern one last time.

When he gets close, Fern moves slightly to the side, avoiding its tusk, while leaning down to latch her jaws onto the boar’s nose. It pulls away, tearing its muzzle open and coating the delicate tissue with fresh blood. Fern growls, flesh dangling from her mouth, blood coating her lips and lunges toward the two boar. That does it. The pigs turn tail and flee, knowing this fight has been lost. Fern spits out the flesh and licks her lips before trotting back over to the brown wolf and their kill.


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