Boartusk Heights holy, unholy, beast and divine

the struggle with the boar was exhilarating enough that tusk all but forgot the premise of keeping his body secure. with a wild swing of the creature's skull, he felt the pierce of it's razor fang against his shoulder. the savage snarled into the coarse fur and flesh of the beast with a grunt; he shifted his position on top of it. once he had found a more ideal place for his limbs, the cur began to swing his head from side to side. it served little purpose other than to excite the prey animal and cause a great disturbance, but tusk wanted the beast to know who was in charge. it was in that moment that the mountaineer lunged forward with flashing teeth and began to battle against the hocks of the pig. satisfaction filled the wildcat to the brim of his jagged fur as he found footing against the earth. it was enough for him to throw his weight against the animal and topple it to its side. with that as an advantage, tusk released his hold on the back of the boar's neck and aimed to snap against the tender underside of its fleshy throat.