Boartusk Heights i stood out in the night,

It stung — soon followed his ego. Wounded physically and emotionally. A pregnant woman had taken him down, slashed his cheek enough for it to sting beneath the fur. Blood would soon trickle out and dampen the area, but he had time till then.

Then she introduced herself as she eased up on him. He remained for a few seconds long on the ground, legs tucked against him.

He would roll over, rise and shake his fur out. Head hung low between his front legs.

Ephemeris. He grunted.