Boartusk Heights Corpus Craggus

able and confident of it, he should have retorted, but the wildcat held his tongue against the inside of his teeth like a well-behaved brute. the other was not wrong in his speculation, though. while it hadn't needed to be said, it was good and well to have the understanding. tusk was more than able; he was fit and savage in his making, which had turned him into a force to be reckoned with. still, the razorback lacked much of the drive and persistence that was required of a good conqueror. it was very much the reason why he had not ransacked the nearest packs and left them to die. until that point, he was nothing more than a wandering cur and a wild thing at heart.

“far enough from here,” he answered with a thoughtful frown. the savage then turned his crown back the way he had traveled with a strange glint in his gaze. the dim yellow of his eyes lingered there – remembering – before he returned them to the man with the inquiries. “a place called schugkill.” it wasn't likely that the man would know anything of tusk's home, which was why he offered the name as freely as he did. more than that, he did not feel as though there was a need for hidden information. lies did little good to him out there on his own, and his mind was occupied with far more important things than to keep up with the appearances he might have created with casual strangers.

“what of you? where does the great mountaineer hail from?”