The thick brush tickled Elro's tattoe drowned arms as he took another calculated step, letting the leaves beneath his boot sink into the soft earth under them, he let his weight rest on his leg and leaned forward. Through the maze of tall trees and winding undergrowth, a lone boar stood by a fresh puddle, sniffling as it drank from the pale water. Pushing aside a stray branch with his hand - a small click exploded with noise and swept over the silence. 

Elro froze.
Every muscle in his body tightening, unblinkingly he stared at his prey, at the point he had to strike, the wound he would inflict, the artery he would cut. The boar stared back, seeing only the mass of leaves and the rough bark of the trees, searching for the source of noise. Its hairy ears pointed, moving its head this way and that, it was agitated - it's heartbeat increased. When finally it dropped its head back into the puddle Elro slowly let the breath he had held out, searching the cluttered floor for a stone to throw. His hands rolled over a something hard, picking it up he raised his head and prepared to throw.

The puddle lay on the floor alone, and in the shrubs behind it, the rear of a boar darted between the roots of the trees.

"Shit." He breathed frustratingly.

Pushing off the leg he was resting Elro planted his other in the ground and jumped the moss-covered boulder that stood in his way, the puddles still water fired into the air as he flew over it. Racing through the labyrinth of branches and endless greens and browns, sharp twigs cutting his skin as he ran, he gritted his teeth and pursued his prey. The leaves sunk beneath his feet and the roots reached out to trip him, but he determinedly fought on, his breathing becoming faster and his knees rising higher. As he ran he pulled his dagger from his belt and his spear from his back, and as he reached back for the spear he saw a competitor.

A black wolf ran alongside him, unaware of his existence - diving between the static life of the forest, like him it was chasing a meal. Driving his legs harder, he wasn't going to let it sink its teeth into flesh before he had his chance to, but it was getting ahead. The boar was at least 300m ahead but he was gaining, and it had stopped on the edge of the river, the animals of the island knew better than to pass into crocodile territory - even when they are in danger. Elro was beginning to tire, but he drew closer 200m - 150m - 100m - 50m. Raising his spear onto his shoulder he ran a few steps more and with a twist of his hips and a powerful final step he sent his arm over his head, following the spear tip with his arm as he threw it. Dipping slightly the spear streaked through the branches, cutting leaves apart and narrowly missed the trees themselves.

It struck its target with a soft slicing noise, followed by the thud of a motionless body.

The boar squealed at the dead body of the wolf beside it, a long wooden pole sticking from its chest and its eyes wide open. Taking advantage of the boar’s state of shock Elro closed the slight gap that was left and stabbed into its neck and twisted - it let out a hoarse gasp and then fell limp on his blade.

Pulling his dagger from its corpse he took the cloth from his pocket and covered the wound, wrapping it tight, then threw it over his shoulder. Heaving the spear from his unsuccessful competition, he kicked the wolf into the water and walked back into the forest. After a few steps he heard the thrashing and splashing from the river, but didn't look back.

Reaching the hunting trail a few minutes later - he tied the dead boar to the back of his bike with some weathered rope and straddled the leather seat, kicking the engine into life in one brisk motion, he checked his phone.

'[i]Planes hit the shore, take care of it.[/i]'

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he pushed his black helmet onto his head, revved the engine and set off with the slightest of skids in the dirt; Elro shot up the crude trail to get his boys together.