Deepwood Weald I'd hide, but

Pigs were notoriously fast and notoriously mean. And were it a fully grown one, Rodyn would have turned tail and ran, honor be damned. You did not hunt the boars and sows without a group of more than three, unless you longed for crazy.

He smiled at the mention of his late wife's name and he nodded his head. She probably had. She would have done something like that.

He motioned the way he would go and mouthed she should go the other. With this little piggy perhaps the pincer method was best so he couldn't go wee wee all the way home.