Oh boy do I have a story for you.
So I’m strolling through the forest, as one does. The trees on my left start to thin out and I see a black figure roaming between them. I stopped, looked. It seemed like a strange-looking dog, and where would its owner be? It stopped moving as well, stared at me. That was no dog, it was a wild boar! Something moved to its right, a smaller, more lightly-colored creature. A cute young swine! But shit, I was maybe ten, no more than fifteen meters away from this mother who would not hesitate to charge if protecting her child necessitated it.
I could hear her grunting, considering. Fight or flight. Her young hobbled away from me while the mother continued to stare. More snorting, a quick rearing of the head. And a second later, she followed her child, guiding it away from the open path.
Not five minutes later, along the same path, I managed to run into them again. Or at least, a similar pair. Mother and child, this time closer than the last. More grunting, but also more hasty retreating. She slipped away over a small hill before her child could escape my vision. I stood, waited for it to rejoin its mother. Was it paying attention, I wonder? Was it learning stray explorers do no harm, or was it being taught to fear them and run?
‘Tis a true story, and I feel lucky I didn’t accidentally have the two cornered. I imagine the best defense against a charging boar is tall posture and loud screams, but I’d much rather just avoid such situations altogether.