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Komodo had only intended to occlude the shewolf from the kill, not to give her such a fright — she backpedaled and fell upon her rump, and though the man found the spill quite comical,  he could not help but shift the weight of his frame forward and take a solicitous step in her direction. The firegirl made to stand and Komodo saw that she was unharmed, so he sat upon the ground and settled himself there, seemingly without the intention of moving any further. He was willing to apportion the carcass, but it was his kill and he would be remiss not to make that understood through his actions.

She inquired as to the animal which gave its life to feed them, and he turned to look upon it. The boar was quite a macabre sight; the barrelchested creature split open and heart extracted, but such a look pleased him. The heart is the domicile of the soul, and in death the soul had two choices: to remain upon the earth, stuck in an ephemeral pergatory; or to live on in peaceful coexistence, adding the wisdoms of its short life to that of the earth’s collective conscious. The surrendering of the heart to the tree’s earth coaxed the soul towards the latter choice. 

He subscribed to these theories for the balance of earthly existance as much as it was for his own selfishness. Perhaps he would later speak to the felled pig [gleaning what he could from its short life] as he often could when he communed with the spirits and danced with their souls.

“Boar,”  the medicine man said gruffly, summoning the colloquial moniker of the animal. This one was juvenile [it was of a small size, with coarse hairs along its back and the beginning of tusks poking from between its jaws] and Komodo was thankful for that, as adult boars were often not worth the obstacle they posed. “Pig,” he shrugged, giving another name that he had learned during his travels. “Razorback.” That one was his favorite. It reminded him of one of his own surnames, earthstalker. Komodo pulled his portion forth with corded limbs and set to eating it. “You ain’t seen a boar before, little lady?” he questioned between bites.[/td][/tr]

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