Owen. Was. Huge. She hadn’t ever seen a shifted boar in person, and hadn’t known what to imagine. It wasn’t like one of the wild boars she’s seen run across the road when she was little. He had to be a thousand pounds of aggression, and so much bigger than any natural born animal. His eyes were the color of blue ice, and foot-long tusks protruded from his bottom jaw. They were already tipped and dripping with red. His black fur was spiked in a bristled mohawk down his back.
