-my Hunting Adventure Time Everkyun- -

Then I saw it. But it wasn't a sparkle-boar.

And Everkyun slept for three days straight, dreaming of giant, biteable moons made of cheese.

Everkyun went absolutely rigid. Then he did something he'd never done before. He stepped in front of me. -my hunting adventure time everkyun-

It had given me a legend.

The air in the Whispering Woods had that sharp, electric taste that only came right before a total Myto Eclipse. Everkyun, my fluffy-eared, perpetually anxious hunting partner, tugged at the hem of my leather jerkin with a shivering paw. "Kyuuu," he whimpered, his large, opalescent eyes scanning the purple gloom of the overgrowth. "Bad hum. The sparkle-boars are hiding." Then I saw it

He landed on the Maw's head and bit down. His tiny, herbivorous teeth, designed for nibbling Moonberries, clamped onto the obsidian. And he pulled . He pulled not with muscle, but with emotion. Every anxious night he'd spent worrying about me. Every happy tail-wag when I returned home. Every shared laugh over a roasted nut. He poured the memory of our friendship directly into the creature's core.

We were deep in the Thornveil, a section of the woods where the trees grew bone-white and the moss glowed a sickly chartreuse. My crossbow, "Grudge-Holder," was loaded with a sleep bolt dipped in Dreamroot extract. I didn't want to kill a sparkle-boar; I just needed a tusk. They grew back, like antlers. Everkyun went absolutely rigid

He weakly licked my chin. "Kyuuuu," he sighed, which I'm pretty sure translates to "I told you the hum was bad."