Next I saw the ferns agitated by the passage of the body.

Then the ferns parted, and I saw gleaming eyes, a long snout, and white tusks.
It was a wild boar.

He peered at me curiously.

He grunted once or twice and shifted his weight from one foreleg to the other, at the same time moving his head from side to side and swaying the ferns.

Still I sat as one petrified, my eyes unblinking as I stared at him, fear eating at my heart.
It seemed that this movelessness and silence on my part was what was expected of me.