[Shadowface]

So much for the silence of a hunter and the graceful death the boar was suppose to endure. Shadowface's eyes shot open as he was being towed by the wild pig deeper into the forest grasping one paw around the mussy mane on the boars head and back and another on the blood soaked hilt of his flint dagger. Had the dorin been attentive he would have pulled the dagger out and stabbed him again, hopefully ending his painful death, but with the thrill of being pulled around on the boar's back, Shadowface could do nothing more than hang on tight and yelp when his leg cranked the side of a tree.

Now that the pig was gaining speed and Shadowface had some time to collect himself as best he could, he made the attempt to pull his dagger out of the rib cage and stab the beast again, aiming closer to it's heart. This would hopefully kill the poor beast and allow Shadowface to return back to the village in one piece.