Neve stared at the massive boar lying on the cave floor, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing.
He had thought it would be difficult for Roan to hunt because of the heavy snow. That was why he had not put much hope in Roan bringing in any catch. The winter weather was harsh and unpredictable.
But here Roan was, covered in blood, with a huge boar. About two times bigger than anything Neve had ever seen brought back before.
"Where did you even get this?" Neve asked, walking closer to inspect the animal.
"A little bit past the leopard tribe border," Roan replied, still looking at Neve with his golden eyes. His tail was wagging behind him, moving back and forth like a dog.
For some reason, Neve could tell exactly why he was wagging his tail. He was proud. He wanted Neve to be impressed and that was why he proved himself.
Neve snickered softly and walked toward Roan, putting a hand on his arm. The lion beastman's muscle was warm and solid under his palm.
