“Hey!” Nathaniel shouted, lifting his leg in time to avoid the hog. “Doran! What do you call it?” The dwarf stopped laughing with a confounded expression. “What do a’ call it?” Nathaniel laughed. “Yes, the warthog’s name…” “Bah! I see no warthog! This is a Warhog! Bred in Dhenaheim for… well, war!” Reyna couldn’t contain her amusement. “The poor creature has no name?” Doran Heavybelly shrugged. “Well, aye, it does. I jus’ call it Pig!”
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