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Vaneälótë sighed deeply. The fresh autumn air felt good. She didn't often get away from the Flock into the wilds. It was times like this that, she regretted that. Her little mouse ran about picking this and that up to put into a herb basket they'd brought.

She had to admit though, she'd never have normally chosen a seer to go out in the wilds with her--well, okay, she would have never considered it except for what Asteria had said. She'd promised that she didn't know what, but that if they went a very lucrative journey would happen in twelve hours or less, give or take. Vaneälótë had no time to really think about it, Asteria had promptly told her the window of opportunity was "now or never." Far be it for Vaneälótë to look a gift seer in the mouth. Asteria seemed to be good at her craft and if she said that something lucrative was going to come about then that was all Vaneälótë needed to here.

"D'ya know wha 't, this oportuni'ty is?" Vaneälótë tossed her braids back as she gazed around wondering what this adventure would bring.

Vanealote laughed heartily. "Well I do love loot. Wha't made you ask me? Not tat I'm not 'onored, ya being ya and all.' But she didn't know Asteria, maybe she'd met her once? And she liked to cook and ---males, she liked her some males But she didn't see which, if either of those merrited and introduction and invite to go on a journey.

Unless there was to be a cook-off or a seduction? She didn't figure that likely though. After all, it appeared as if they were going into the midst of nowhere. "Did t'stars tell ya to chose me?" She genuinely wondered. Would be pretty fantastic to know that she'd been chosen by the stars, the fates, or whatever you like.

Vanealote made a tutting sound causing her mouse Sungrass to pay attention to her. "Tell me if ya see da chicory flowers from down there." The area was woodsy and earthy, populated with lots of trees and underbrush. It was ripe picking to find berries, quite literally.

"D'ya got ya self a warmer?" She went right into another topic, wondering if the other mare had found somenoe she preferred to warm her nest at night.

Vanealote laughed heartily as she picked through some wood ears on a fallen, dessicating log. "Who's not been 'arming my nest?" Vanealote had an appetite for all good things--food, males, and mead. She could see the other mare reacting a little slyly.

"Ya should meet my brotha'." She couldn't help but giggle a little, "He'd help ya with that shyness real quick. There ain't no't'ing shy about him."

A sudden sound broke her train of thought and she turned to see where it came from. Something about it, raised the small hairs on her neck. Before she could even shout a warning a dark, greasy haired thing cames shooting and squealing out of the woods.

Vanealote crashed to the ground with Asteria, the wind knocked from her. It had been a close thing. The boar had almost skewered them! She could feel her anger rising, no boar was going to get the best of them. She was a chef--she did the skewering, not some trumped up pig.

Vanealote let out a feral snarl as she lunged for fallen branch, using her front knee to crack it in half. Crap! That hurt. Her brother always made it look so easy when he play fought for the mare's attentions. Then again, the stick was likely pre-broken or something. She couldn't think about that.

"My brotha' fights for da mare's pleasure," she heaved a sigh and she lunged out of the way again and tried to grasp the branch right in her claw. "I know da theory. And theory being that dis boar will mine a fine broth and a whole tub of lard." She let out a snarl, letting her own tusks flash in the sun.

Vanealote nodded. Her voice was genuine as she spoke, "Tanks for saving my life." She paused, "When he gets to close, fly or shrink. Just get out ta way so I an have a shot okay?"

She moved to the left of Asteria and got low as the other mare agree to be bait. Asteria was being brave, as brave as Vanealote faked being. Vanealote got low into a crouch, the jagged edge of her make-shift spear angled toward the threatening beast. This was life or death. Asteria could possibly flee, but even those odds were slim--she didn't seem a great flyer and the boar was faster than it looked.

Her heart was racing, thundering along so loudly she couldn't hear. Pushing it down, steadying her breathing Vanealoted crouched lower and took slow almost imperceptible breaths. When the boar lunged, she would drive her make-shift weapon into his flesh then do whatever was necessary to finish him off.

If they survived.

Vanealote kept her body tensed as the boar rushed forward. When it was almost upon Asteria, she lunged thrusting her jagged makeshift spear toward the softer underbelly.

It's momentum and the pure rage and fear of their situation allowed her to pierce it's thick hide before sinking into meaty flesh. The weapon was thrust in so far that when it went down thrashing, it's tusks caught her across the face. Blood poured into her eye and she was blinded. The creature was squealing madly. Vanealote put all her weight behind the stick and slammed it further in.

For a moment longer the beast moved, then went stil as she was left panting on the ground with blood pouring freely into her eye. She's never been so scared or so exhilarated in her life. "Ya 'kay?" She called trying to push the blood out of the way so she could see.

Vanealote smiled a littel crazily at Asteria. "I've me own tusks. You're right though.This meat....I can get any't'hing I like for it." She pushed the blood from her face where it seeped into her eye. "We'll have to do this again sometime," she said only half joking Then she took a deep sigh, "Help me with this last problem and the tusks are yours."

She leaned heavily against the hairy boar which weighed more than she did. "Just 'ow are we getting this back?"