The boar was not a practical choice. At all. He was by far the furthest away, caught up in what he was doing, and large enough to make it unlikely that he'd immediately notice Beute. However, he is also built like a brick house, and Beute...Beute realized just how weak he actually is when it comes to that when the Boar stops and brings his own red tunic up and wipe his sweat soaked brow, revealing the macro's sixpack.
...Screw practicality, time to try and get this pigs attention.
Angus was far too happy to have joined the Flock. They gave him a place when his family in Scotland had thrown him out after failing to win in a royal tournament. But since he had been there they had given him...little to do frankly. By the time he arrived at this newly started branch he found that the initial labor of constructing the walls and huts were practically finished, and there was little else he was qualified to do. Now he's doing something he was not honestly all that good at, digging up what he thinks are Truffles.
Beute has made his way to the feet of the sweaty boar. The pig is currently still digging, and dirt avalanches into a pile the size of a small mountain...perhaps this was a bad idea
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