A few days passed after their initial training. Arthur had continued to encourage Fedlimid to push his boundaries, and their sessions evolved into exploring the beast's raw potential. A single night had not been enough to uncover its true stamina, and so the focus shifted to testing speed and strength.
One particular night ended with another successful hunt. A boar lay dead at their feet, but the mood was far from triumphant.
The beast's carnivorous instincts had fully surfaced during the chase, and the carcass was left riddled with unmistakable bite marks. The flesh was torn and hollowed, too obviously fed upon to bring back to the camp without suspicion.
Arthur regarded the scene in silence, his expression unreadable, while Fedlimid, still catching his breath, looked at the remains with unease.
They buried the boar beneath the brush before making their way back.
