No matter in which direction the Boar King moved, from time to time, the way in which he turned pointed directly towards Virala. Depending on the habitats, the Boar King generally had to circle around mountains, avoid fragile ecologies that would be destroyed under his presence, etc.
As a result, he couldn't travel in a straight line. But as his goal was Virala, no matter how much he meandered, all his turns were towards Virala.
"I need to confirm something." Virala said, grabbed Blola and ran at his top speed, using an Empyrean Tusk's strength to travel long distances in a short while, constantly keeping track of the fear to confirm, "Indeed, he's aiming for us."
"Stay here for a second." Virala dropped Blola and ran ten kilometres away, thinking as he noticed the changes, 'He's particularly coming for me. Why? Did I mess up somewhere? No, I haven't left the Mammoth Clan before this. There's no way I did anything to trigger the Boar King. Then, there's just one reason.'
