Yoro of the Northern Mountain
Inosuke was flummoxed.
Sure he was raised by boars, but this was RIDICULOUS.
He couldn't have actually given birth, right?
"This is all YOUR fault." Inosuke glared at the small boar farrow nestled on his pillow.
Ok so maybe his first thoughts upon seeing Kurai were a bit weird. He'd named her Kurai. It meant "dark", and she really liked the dark. When he found her, she'd run under the bed in fear of him, and it had taken a lot of coaxing, and only with the hide on, to convince her to come out (he'd gone outside and nosed at her from the window).
But if there was a time in his life Inosuke needed a friend, this was it. The humans who had taught him to speak and read were moving. Actually, they'd left the day he met Kurai.
Inosuke had wanted to "abandon all hope" and leave, go deeper into the Mountain. And he'd tried. But just as he'd put on his hide—Kurai was there. She was standing there, in the way. She looked at him and tilted her head, and just whimpered.
Then Kurai had pranced into his den and sat on the bed. Inosuke had looked helplessly at the other boars, then at Kurai, then trudged back into the house.
The boars had watched, smiling knowingly.
"That's another thing that gets on my nerves." Inosuke said, looking at Kurai, who nodded every once in a while like she understood. She was a good listener. "Everyone who sees her just looks at her like they know something I don't."
Kurai showed her teeth, grinning fangishly at him.
It took a boar like Inosuke to recognize a smile from a farrow like Kurai.
"Aw cmere." Inosuke grabbed her and wrestled with her a while, then fell asleep with her in his arms.