"Another series of rustles from across the clearing, this one much closer told the her the hour was at hand. Meline rose from her crouched position slowly, raising and drawing her bow full as she did. She waited. After a few moments, she saw a form emerge from the edge of the trees and brush directly opposite of her in the clearing. She could tell by the size and shape that it was a black boar." --- excerpt from "The Huntress"