[Richard gives Scott a very unimpressed stare when he stops to catch breath in front of him. He then turns his head to look over his shoulder to watch after Whitey, who is zooming somewhere in the distance. Guess the boar is satisfied with the attention he got, for now at least, as he trots inside the tent where Richard has prepared a big, fluffy cushion for him.]
They are prey animals. [Richard says as if that explains everything. Then he turns his attention to the sword placed on the table, proceeding to clean it.]
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They are prey animals. [Richard says as if that explains everything. Then he turns his attention to the sword placed on the table, proceeding to clean it.]