snarl! snap!

She couldn't help but laugh at the enthusiasm. "They would make a fitting trophy, yeah!" she agreed breathlessly "and the pelt could make a nice cape for your armor, I think" she pondered if they could dye it and make it black to offset the white bones "could have a fierce set of armor when you're done. A necklace of fangs, bone armor, and a flowing cape." She pondered helping Medusa skin the cat.

But she did want the tusks first. After catching her breath, Wren moved to the hog. She began the difficult collection, trying to snap the tusks from the hog before giving up. Next, she used her teeth to pry them from the corpse. That worked a bit better. The tusks were loose from the attack on the wolves. "We could store the materials nearby and come back later for them" she added "somewhere only we'd know." She pondered.

"Speech"