Moonspear Let's go in the garden

The follow-up of this thread. Thanks guys! Tagging leadership as well: @Alaric (and @Killdeer, in case you still wanted some bear drama!))

Spring came, and it came with change. It always did.

The boar emerged from the den he had dug in early November, taking his first breath of fresh air since falling into hibernation. It was a beautiful moment, no doubt about that, but it was only hunger that filled his often one-track mind.

Deep, nearly laborious sniffs were taken. There were less wolves here now, he was sure of that; but hopefully not less leftovers for him to snack on. Grunting, he began up the mountain in search of something to eat.

Strong paws, stronger wills, the lumbering creature felt no need to be subtle about his awakening, especially not when he had made a friend in little wolf prior to his long rest. Even without such a friendship he felt no fear; wolves were easy enough to smack off and send home whining and wounded.

Pausing once more, he searched for the scent of something, anything he could eat, at least until he found something more. He just needed enough to power him down the mountain.