You Can't Go Wrong With Hog Meat

Shit. Star was sent crashing to the ground and Aslatiel had no choice. The girl dove forward, teeth and claws going for the boars eyes. While the others took turns at the throat, she clung to its face. The pig squealed and thrashed, but it was quickly losing steam. In time, it was dead, its big body slumping to the ground. She released her hold on the boars face, glad that it hadn't managed to clamp her lower half in its mouth.

Stepping back, Aslatiel panted and shook her head. The severed artery had squirted her pale coat with jets of steaming pig blood. She looked a mess. With the pig dead though, she was quite satisfied. "Well done," she grinned at the lot of them.