cry a little

”Stay close.” Was all she gave him as the woman moved in the direction of the piglets. Oxide mimicked her movements, sitting low in the grasses as he tried to hide his silver and copper fur from altering the sow or the young ones to his presence. He remained in Muses’s trail as she led the way and broke off as she did to get his jaws around his own piglet. As the young warthog’s scattered he chose the one that took off after the one Muses aimed for. It zigged when the other zagged though and Oxide had a little trouble gaining purchase on it, but with a properly aimed paw knocked its feet from beneath it.


The boy picked up the creature with ease then, grabbing round its throat as he raced after the lithe female and avoided the sow that was quick to return at the sound of her piglet’s distress calls. Ox worse an amused grin on his face as he caught her from the corner of his eye and she ran to charge at them. The Nightingale picked up his pace to avoid a goring as she halted and returned to the remaining brood, likely to never let her eyes from the remaining hogs.


He raced on past Muses, knowing he just had to move faster than her. The sow had quit already, but he raced her anyway, his prize still slightly struggling in his jaws as he searched for a good place to enjoy their meal.