Boartusk Heights holy, unholy, beast and divine

bigger game was a sure sign of larger struggles for the hunter; the swine was proving as much. for all of the snarling and snapping that the other wolf offered, the prey animal seemed more intent on offering a display of his weapons. the pig lowered his head and pawed against the earth with a cloven hoof before tossing his crown upward in a gesture that threatened harm to any who would approach him at the front. tusk remained behind the brutish thing, holding his ground to wait for the moment of ideal timing. the other wolf was doing a fine job of keeping their mark occupied with his wild display of aggression. for the wildcat, it was all very much a part of the game that was needed to feed the hungry beast within them.

if it was not evident already, the pig was far more than feeble, and its fear was enough for it to demonstrate how it had survived on the back of such a rugged mountainside. there was something to be admired, certainly, as well as something to have been wary of. the wild boars of the hills did not last that long without having learned their way around wily predators. the pig was shocked that the wolf had blocked its path, but the wolf was also stunned by the brazen defiance of the animal. to tusk, it would have been a compelling fight to witness, but he was hungry and he grew bored of the games.

with a swift prowl forward, the savage took flight and found purchase in the back of the swine's neck. his teeth sank in as deep as was allowed, but tusk struggled to grasp against the boar with his limbs. claws digging deep, he attempted to ground himself against the flesh of the swine, sliding off near the creature's flank. still, he retained his grip with his fangs and shook his head violently. the pig had been overcome by shock for only a moment before it kicked against him and swung its head wildly from side to side. without aid, tusk was likely to lose several of his teeth in the scramble.