Don't go bacon my heart

*Cricket* · 08-26-2023, 06:33 PM

It seemed the sows' movements were becoming more sluggish and with a fall that felt like it rattled the earth, the behemoth went down. Cricket's legs were wobbly, and her jaw ached as she finally let go and allowed her rump to hit the ground with a disbelieving giggle. She'd actually managed to survive that!

Now how to get the piglets home? She wasn't too surprised to see they were down to 7, and 7 would be easier to wrangle than 8. Was it worth fattening them up if that was going to be what they had to go through every time they wanted a feed? She supposed she could talk to Medusa about making some sort of contest out of it.

Moving to grab the vine that had once propped the gate open, she considered resetting the trap then thought better of it. They should be able to fashion some sort of leash to get them home, and then once they were there, she supposed she'd have to build another pen. She was super grateful for Ghoul's arrival because there was no way she could drag the sow home otherwise... Although not all the blood in the pen was pig blood. She dropped the vine, the piglets forgotten as she rushed at the larger wolf. "Ah, stoopid, how're'yer gonna drag our food home now huh?" She fit under his legs without even ducking to check out the wound on his underside. "Was this from a tusk?" She asked seriously, taking stock of the injury with a click of her tongue.

”Speech” ’Thought’

It's time to raise the curtain

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