Don't go bacon my heart

Ghoul’s paws practically danced as he edged the mother pig away from Cricket. Only to keep a distance until the green imp had her plan all laid out. With one eye on their prey and their other eye on her, Ghoul listened. He was good at that. Not good at talking. Not good at communicating. But he could listen and he could kill. Protecting was also another thing and he was glad that was what she needed.

Cricket had also made a good point. Animals were migrating. Where? He wasn’t sure, but he had noticed it too. On his walks around Insomnia’s lands and his hunts in lands farther away. More animals were moving and he saw some that he normally didn’t see. What had surprised him most had been the reindeer herd he had seen not a week prior. Did she know something about that? Did anyone? Concern laces his features which is rare as emotion doesn’t often cross Ghoul.

Letting out a huff and nodding his head that he agreed, Ghoul allowed Cricket to do her work. His own teeth went snapping toward a piglet as Cricket raced around the sow. His attention were on her babies so that her attention was on him. This would be important as Cricket’s teeth dug into the sow’s belly and legs. Bleed her out if they needed so they could take them all home. The babes would be easy enough. So easy that Ghoul allowed himself to let loose once more and his jaws to clasp around a piglet’s neck.’

As he shook his head until he heard the piglet’s squeals die to nothing, he felt the gore of tusks into his underbelly. Pain rocketed through him but he chose to ignore it. Medusa would have someone to help him - hopefully not his sister. Grunting through the pain, Ghoul tosses the dead piglet swiftly over the fencing toward his caimans before going for another. “You got her, or what?” Ghoul calls out to Cricket, hoping that the girl has found a good artery to finally bleed out the sow.

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