With Ease

As the slender fae's long legs pumped, paws barely touching earth as she seemed to fly, she spared glances towards the boy. He seemed to be doing well enough and she decided to not worry about whether or not he would be able to hold up his side. One particularly troublesome pig cut to the left and the obsidian fae dove over one of the many small streams, putting on a burst of speed to snap her teeth down on its tufted tail. A scream of pain pulled from the pig and it zigged back to join the rest of the group.

In time, the pair of wolves had the pigs right where they wanted them. With snaps of teeth and guttural snarls, Pitch instilled fear in the running meals, whipping them into a nervous fervor. She could see the covered pit up ahead and hoped that their work would pay off. The pigs should have been too nervous to even think about how strange the land might have looked. In the end, they were.

With squeals of alarm, two pigs fell into the hole. One giant and one small. Without missing a beat, Pitch dove into the hole, her teeth finding the tender throat of one pig. Both had snapped their legs in the fall and wouldn't put up much of a fight.

"Pitch"