El Rojo lived here and there. One day he would sleep in the pastures of El Romo, the next in the scrub brushes of Jaido, and the following day among the black pines of Las Llampas. Day after day he mocked the wolves, dodged bullets, and searched for females to seduce. Today he rests in Casilda’s smoker. She devotes all her attention to him and gives him the best of care.  Every day she starts her chimney to dry and smoke her hams, loins, and sausages. She touches each one to make sure they are drying and curing slowly, because that is the best method. Food of the gods, forgiveness for the hunters and friends...

Zarpas de las Tinieblas brings his 43 kilograms and his 63 cm of extraordinary strength and courage onto the shadows of the mountain forest, while the boar brings twice the mass of the Alano, with tusks the length of a man’s fist, and his vast experience in the daily struggle for survival having won all his bouts against wolves, hounds and tracking dogs...