Don't go bacon my heart

With the sow finally crumbling to the earth, Ghoul exhales a sigh of relief. Even with the high-pitched squeals of the remaining piglets, he could care less. Both he and Cricket were still alive and that was all that mattered. Even his shoulders slumped forward as he glanced over to the rushing Cricket. His brow perks upward as she runs underneath him. Her tongue clicking and worried tones cause his chin to curl down toward his chest. Huh? He was hurt? Oh, right.

“Yes, the sow gored me a tad,” he replies honestly as he tries to also get a good look at the injury. “If you’re looking for an honest answer,” Ghoul pauses as he lifts his head to point his chin toward the companions. “I was hoping those bastards over there would herd the piglets back home,” there is a cheeky grin on his lips as he turns his chin back down toward Cricket. “What’s the damage?” He asks as he waits for her to assess his injury.