A/N Sup? Horace is nice now! Yay!
Will noticed Horace in the group of hunters. He didn't feel particularly nervous about that. Horace hadn't been hostile toward him since that day.
Will was nervous about the boar hunt. It was unlikely he would have to do anything, but there was always a chance. Soon enough, the boar had been killed, and Will breathed a heavy sign of relief. Horace came to talk to him, so he slid off Tug. That's when he saw it.
"There's another one!" he screamed. Everyone jumped because Will almost never raised his voice.
Horace ran in front of Will, but he slipped and fell over. Will jumped in front of him and began to attack the boar. He swerved around and hit it from behind. It spun around and roared.
Will was able to keep it occupied for a few minutes. But, eventually, he slipped.
Will fell uselessly on his side in the snow. The boar tore open his thigh with its tusks. He screamed and tried to writhe away. The boar suddenly squealed and fell into the snow, dead.
Halt flung himself down by Will.
"Are you okay?" he gasped.
Will shook his head slightly. He pressed his hand onto his wound. Halt gently lifted Will off the ground and carried him to Tug, then helped him on. He led Tug began to lead him home, but Horace stopped them for a moment.
"Will... I-I'm so sorry. I-I d-didn't know. I'm really sorry. C-can you ever forgive me?" he sobbed. Obviously, someone had told him about Will's past.
Will nodded and gently smiled. Horace smiled though his tears. Halt took him home and patched him up. Luckily, it looked much worse than it was, although, Will wouldn't be walking for a few days.
The wound was well worth it, considering he'd gained a friend.
