It was mostly useless. The meat he was sure he could use, sure. But aside from being decoration, he had no idea what to do with the tusks and hooves.
They sat despondently in a pile on the other side of his makeshift camp, with his crackling fire spitting out embers repeatedly as grease dripped into it from above. The boar meat was turning a dark brown, liquid dripping down on occasion as he turned the stick that held it.
The night was still young, the moon still hanging relatively low in the sky as stars twinkled above. The latter was a sight he really appreciated, as he almost never saw such a sight in the big city. At most, he only saw a few dots of light in the sky. More often than not they turned out to be helicopters or errant airplanes. But here? They sky was covered in them, w
