Haunting

Enrico nodded enthusiastically at her correction to his word. "Yes, yes, the pigs. The pigs run, we chase to place no escaping for the pigs. They turn to fight and we do the working together. Big teeth, pigs, dangerous teeth. I doing grab the... the grugno..." He tapped his nose to simulate a pig's snout. "So he can no make you ribbons, yes? And you be doing the making him bleed. We are to agreeing, yes?" He peered at the younger girl a moment. He was... used to leading, to giving orders, but at the same time it gave him a pang of misery, knowing that all those he'd once led were either dead or seeking his death. With a purely internal cry of pain, of regret, the former mafioso turned with all the grace of a dancer to lead the way to wear he'd last seen the sounder of javelinas.