It's a wild boar rummaging his dirty snout through a decaying deer's carcass. A camouflaged hunter no older than eleven with a rusted spear lies in wait for the perfect moment to launch his missile and three malnourished wolves lurk nearby, listening for the confused screams of their soon to be wounded prey..for while the boy is proficient with his spear, he has forgotten the knife he needs to finish the kill, nor has he even the courage necessary to dispatch the boar and will have to run back to the village to enlist the help of his father and brothers. And when he does - the wolves will move in. And the wolves will eat well, this night.
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