Nord had thought that maybe his life would have begun sooner than his eighth year, not that it seemed like it was going to begin soon at all. He wasn't young anymore, there was no excuse for this kind of puppy-love, and it made him feel kind of immature and... silly. Moping around over some girl? It was laughable. And he hadn't even seen her for quite some time, even though she had chosen to make her home in Taviora now. The wolf knew that he had to just get over it, but for some reason he simply couldn't. It wasn't an imprint bond, even! There was nothing stopping him from getting over and moving past it.

He was about to continue this downward spiral of self-deprecation until the sound of something big crashing through the woods caught his attention. Nord's ears perked up and he was about to go investigate the source of the noise until it came right to him. He jumped up with a yelp of surprise as he saw the wolf, and then the boar, sprinting straight towards him. The warning seems to will his paws to move almost automatically, and soon he is racing besides the other male, glancing back and forth between boar and wolf with a terrified look in his wide blue eyes.

"A-Ah! W-w-what's your p-problem??" Nord cried, his long-forgotten stutter returning with the rush of adrenaline and fear. At least it had gotten that someone off of his mind. His long, slender legs easily kept pace with his forced companion, luckily for him it seemed that he would not be getting gored by this boar today. The slender creature had to admit that the rush wasn't all terrible, but he still couldn't see why anyone would do this kind of thing on purpose... wait, this wasn't on purpose, right?

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