Hunting the forest

Fal makes his way back into the woods he knows so well. It could have been 20 years since coming home and he would have still know these woods like the back of his hand.

Looking to the ground he see's plenty of tracks both four legged and two. He manages to creep up on a small group of boar in a clearing. He slowly raises his bow and releases. The arrow flew true and steady as his eye stayed on the target. Fal saw the arrow pass thru the boar as he screamed out in pain and stumbled to his death. Now as hungry as Fal was he knelt down beside the critter and said a Prayer for him and thanked him for giving his life so Fal could eat.

Fal cleaned the hog up and carefully cut out the tenderloins from the inside of the cavity and placed them inside his pack. He reaches out and grabs the hind legs and begins the arduous trip back to the castle. Arriving to the boys pleasure he drops the boar off with them knowing well that dinner tonight would be fun. He goes inside and takes the tenderloins from his pack and slips them into a pan with a little olive oil and lights the fire.

He sits back as the fire does it's magical dance and wonders about his brother and sister......