With Ease

Basilisk stated that he owed her one and the fae smiled, her amber eyes twinkling as the corners lifted. "Such manners," she complimented. And with that, they were on their way. The woman's dark nose worked as she padded along. Pigs were easy to scent out as they were more than a little pungent. They also left wallows in their wake and, as they neared the area where their prey would be, big, muddy holes began to appear.

Pitch stepped up close to Basilisk and slid her muzzle close to his ear. "Quiet now, they're just around the bend. We need to get behind them before we run them. I'll take the left and you take the right. We'll work together to keep them in line and run them towards the pit." With that, she stepped away, her long, ink blot of a tail snaking across the ground one last time before she lifted it off of the ground. Carefully and quietly, she picked her way through the willows, using the long branched trees for cover until she was behind the group of pigs. Once she was able to fix her mismatched gaze upon them, she noted five of them, all bunched together in a big patch of mud.

"Pitch"