Luneshale Pass would never fail you

the young woman that joins him is that: young. missing an eye. dracarys', though would mean no offense by it, feels apprehension grow within his chest. to which her offered words offer him no actual reassurance. he'd known as such. he'd never had a want to hunt them in truth, and he especially didn't now. three boars. two wolves.

ideally, one would herd and the other would slaughter but they were outnumbered and dracarys did not feel like getting impaled by tusks anytime soon.

gaze leaves the boars to rest upon his companion for a moment.

do you feel confident you can take a boar? we're out numbered, so, we could each take one and work together on the last? but if not, you can isolate them, herd them towards me.