We're Going on a Boar Hunt
"As we finished our lunch, a group of traqueurs came over to the hunters' side and—seeming to be offended—insisted that we come join them. It seems the traqueurs had broken open a bottle of local moonshine called bistouille and were drinking shots."
"Soon enough, the hunters were eager to find a postprandial boar to shoot, and called for us traqueurs to trudge back into the forest."
Complications, as they say, ensue.