The wolf released it, stepped back, and turned to look at Darion with the green eye.
Darion looked at the dead animal on the ground, then at the wolf, then back at the animal.
Without the wolf he would have been asleep against that tree when it came through.
Whatever it was, it was heavy enough and built well enough that it would have done real damage to a sleeping man who hadn't known it was coming.
"Good," he said to the wolf, and meant it more than the word conveyed.
He crouched beside the carcass and looked at it properly.
The build was strange, he noted again, pig-like in body but the musculature was wrong for a domestic animal, and the bristles were coarser and longer than any pig he had seen. He pressed a hand against the flank. It was dense and heavy, the kind of meat that would last.
"Good meat," Darion said, looking at the carcass.
He almost reached out and patted the wolf on the head.
