It was the dire boar, and it was his quarry, which would be quite the impressive trophy to summon the Wyld King with. He rolled out of the tree, and landed with a long spear, directly in front of the boar, and knelt down with the spear butt under his foot, the spear pointed directly at the boar. And only then did he think to look to see if it had a mate nearby. That would be a crowning irony, taken out by the boar's mate.