Take your pick

Kotori was off hunting again and Grim was again the wolf he chose to invite along.  Kotori had thought of trying the mangroves but the scent of another cluster of boar in the area had changed the horned wolf's mind.  Kotori jogged along the path, head held high, using the scent on the wind instead of bothering with the ground scenting.  The brownish wolf was in high spirits and he was practically oozing confidence.

After a short jog, he slowed down, considering what was before them.  This wasn’t some small cluster but there had to be a good dozen or so boar that he could see.  Some of them showed to be battle-hardened with scars crisscrossed in areas but unfortunately not in spots necessarily going to slow them down like the legs.

Kotori glanced at Grimshaw then back to the group. “Do we want one of the smaller young ones,” Kotori mused, “Easier to get, or do want one of those big tuskers?  More dangerous, craftier but a lot more meat.” He was expecting Grim would want the large one but the choice was thrown out there.

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