Boartusk Heights pardesi mere yaara, vaada nibhaana

he sucked in a breath, low and sharp, feeling pain rack his shoulder. he was not as young and impenetrable as he once was—but, luckily for him, still more nimble than the brawny beast. he leapt up upon a rock, then another, finding himself staring down at the boar—

and then, across a small gap, staring at another wolf.

enjoying the show? aditya asked dryly, though his tone lacked much punch, being winded and all. his chest lifted in a deep exhale, flanks still heaving from the effort. bastard took me by surprise. i suppose it was my fault, not paying enough attention to his scent nearby. . .

he glanced down and was surprised to find no blood, nor even much loss of hair. it really had been a sidelong blow, bouncing just off the bone and muscle. i got lucky.