here piggy, piggy, piggy!

He heeded Ghoul's call, stepping forward to join the assembly, ready to lend his strength to the hunt. He had to, as his pride as his mother’s son grew with each passing day. Traversing the boggy terrain under the canopy of ancient willows, Redrum followed Ghoul's lead, his every step calculated to avoid any obstacles as he followed the older hunters. The scent of the prey lingered tantalizingly in the air, guiding their path deeper into the heart of the grove.

As they neared their quarry, Ghoul's rasping whisper carried through the mist, alerting the group to the proximity of the hogs. Halting in the murky mire, Redrum's keen ears caught the faint snuffling of the hogs, their presence confirmed by the telltale rustling among the willow roots. His muscles tensed in anticipation, senses sharp as he prepared to face the formidable beasts lurking amidst the tangled roots. Ghoul's warning echoed in the stillness, a reminder of the danger that lurked within the shadows of the grove. Redrum nodded solemnly, his ruby gaze meeting the eyes of his fellow hunters, a silent acknowledgment of the danger they faced. Or that he faced, as he lacked experience in a team setting. He would have to do well to take the signals in stride, and play his cards right. Redrum steeled himself for the fray, ready to meet the challenge head-on.