Ease a Troubled Mind

Aslaug went along with his direction and Beat found that he rather liked that. He liked that she had simply taken his word for it and was willing to go along with his plan. It made him feel important. Made him feel grown up. A little tumble of butterflies danced in his stomach as the emotion ran through him. Was it pride? It was definitely something.

Beat watched as the pigs worked their way through the ferns and roots. His muscles bunched as he waited for the opportune time to pounce. The rest of the pigs seemed to veer off to the sides, creating a clean line of attack for the young pair. With a nod to his companion, Beat burst through the cover of the ferns and made a beeline for their prey. The rest of the pigs squealed and ran. Their own began to run as well, but had to turn its side to them to go around the big tree. It gave them time to get closer. Beat snapped at its haunches, teeth grazing  the back end and leaving bloody furrows.

"Chatting." & 'Thinking'