Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

Reila handed him the stakes for a time, then jumped into the pit and began making small divots in the earth into which he could lodge the stakes. It was effective and Chimera made a rumble of approval. The man was all business and didn't even think twice about their close proximity. They were here to hunt. To kill. That was what was on his mind. Perhaps afterwards when his blood was pumping and he had flesh between his jaws... but for now, he was simply here to poke sticks into the ground.

Once the stakes were situated, the giant brute moved around the pit, cleaning up the debris and detritus. It wouldn't look natural to the landscape, but if he could smooth out a few edges and cover some things up with the plethora of grape vines that clung to every surface, then he imagined a fleeing pig wouldn't have the time or wherewithal to tell the difference.

Turning his attention to the speckled woman, the dire brute pulled his head in the direction that he believed the pigs to be in. "Are you ready?" He certainly was. She would know what to do, so he wouldn't go over any sort of plan with her. Run pigs into a hole. Simple as that.

"Chimera Klein"