Bearclaw Valley running in circles

Alert to the scent of something as daunting as a boar, Ico was more inclined to turn away than to proceed onward — for he was a small lad, much better suited to dining on teeny critters than mighty beasties. But it was too late to turn tail, for he'd already caught sight of a most extraordinary scene. A great grey wolf heaving an enormous deceased pig into a clearing; tremendous prey that put most others to shame.

Goodness, did you kill that yourself? Ico asked before he could help himself, approaching cautiously with eyes as big as saucers.