Porcupine Ridge Welcome to the Weiner Hut

It did not take long for the yearling to find a porcupine trail, and even less time for them to spot the porcupine that was making it. It lumbered between the trees, not a care in the world, oblivious to the predators that watched from behind.

The black wolf shook his head. "Not at all," he said. "They'll take off if spooked, but they'll be heading for a tree. They'll never outrun a good wolf, or any predator for that matter."

Taggarik drew a breath, pausing for a moment before explaining how Anwyl might go about killing the porcupine. "Go for the snout," he instructed. "The porcupine will do everything to keep it's back to you, and may even run backwards in an attempt to hit you. You need to get around front and attack its face."

It was easier said than done. One wrong step or a bit of bad timing and a wolf could get himself a paw- or snout-full of quills, or worse.

"Go ahead and try, but be careful. You don't need to kill him this time. Practice."