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The creature raised a pronged foot and stamped upon the weeds beneath, but gave the wolf no further attention. Its large ears seemed unable to stand, Revui noted, and they shuttered either side of the hog's face like blinders, and he thought, I could use that to my advantage. The hide of the animal did not appear thick. Its hair was coarse like whiskers almost, at least from what he could judge at his distance, and the pig whipped its hocks with a short, straight tail. All of its power appeared to be focused to the front where the tusks jut and curved; he could — We should leave her alone.

He had not been aware of the other wolf until she spoke, but his attention had been so focused upon this slovenly creature - and the wolf in question held no odd scents, just more of the same. She had been here a while, then. Longer than himself at any rate. She knew the terrain enough to steal her way across it, invisible. She glances at him with eyes like cold river stones, and while Revui is surprised to be singled out by another wolf, he does not turn his own attention from the target.

The sow moved on, unbothered. Even the presence of the pair did not spook it. The boy eventually had to let it go, because the stranger was right. He draws a deep breath as if to steady his urges, and finally looks her way. Have you chased one before? Perhaps that is why she holds herself back — a bad experience, a lack of confidence, or both.