North

North punches the boar square in the snout, as it yelps and retreats. I apologize for the wildlife, noble woman, or man... I can never tell these days. He sighs and scratches the back of his bald head. I mean no offense either way... Seems old North is always shoving his foot in his mouth. He offers a hand to help you off the ground. That's me. I'm North and these are my woods. Judging from your attire you're rather lost. I can help you find your way. Come.