and it was getting dark. But he admired that about her. She was determined and strong-willed. It had been her idea to sneak off and go hunting by themselves, without the rangers for support. But her mother was going to kill them if she found out. Finding nothing all day, he scanned the muddy ground for tracks, kicking away needles and sticks. Off to the side, he spotted an indentation in the wet leaves. He strode over and bent down, flipping his hair away from his eyes for a better look. His mouth went dry at the sight of fresh tracks. It was a boar. He raised his head and