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After a moment, she catches another from the corner of her eyes. She’d been focused on the boar, she wonders if Jomyo had seen her surprise when she stumbled upon him. Just in case, her cheeks turn hot and she straightens up to brush it off. This is what she’s good at, after all, and her newest companion had shown her skills at the hunt some time ago.
 
“Looks like it hurts,” she whispers, flinching when the boar stops and turns, revealing another gash. His movements are slow but he still continues on, grunting and (every so often) squealing if something painful startles him. “Come from either side of him?” she says with her voice still low, nose pointing in the direction he’s moving.