It turns out, no matter how many tree limbs there are, only some of them can support a mature adult.
Both the Hound and I sent out invites to all.
That settled, Madonna might not have had her magic, but she did still have her crossbow. She and Kismet lay loose with bolts that drew blood, but did not stick.
"You need me!" hollered the Hound. "I know Danton the Black."
You would think three boars would knock over a tree in two thirds of the time, but there are issues of coordination that they were lacking.
Kismet was downwind, but not so far that I couldn't hear her curses.