Horizon Ridge Niptaruk

While the woman worked to pinpoint a target, Kigipigak kept watch. He was eager to take part in this hunt. Awareness of his surroundings was something Kigipigak prided himself on, and yet in the lowlight of the shadows he could not make out the shape of boar bodies any better than the woman. That was alright; she seemed focused on a target, and so he moved in a careful sweep to an appropriate position.

The creature was far from the main group but that didn't mean much. It wasn't the largest of the boar, but when it saw the shifting light across Lane's body it sounded an alarm of sorts, then turned to square-off towards her. The rest of the sounder took off — Kigipigak listened to their dwindling sounds of distress and dismissed them.

As he burst forth to chase the boar, the ground transitioned to beach grit and his speed took a hit. Kigipigak would not let the strangeness of sand detract from his efforts; he dug deep, launched himself in to a steeper run, and came up alongside the boar in time to reach for it.

The boar gave a surprised squeal as it turned and gnashed its own teeth in response, very much a fighter, unwilling to go down without a brawl. Kigipigak shouldered at it and snapped at its face, shoulder, really anything within his reach.