The boar's mouth opens, and I'm pretty sure I know what he's going to say.
"I know." I glare at him. "I heard you the first four hundred times. I'm coming." Maybe I should care what he thinks, but I don't, not after he threw me out of a tree.
He snaps his snout closed with a growl and turns away, his powerful body striding back towards the camp in the forest.
He's wearing chaps again. I sigh. I want to go home.