Pork crackling

The tip upward of a black spotted brow would be the only sign of surprise she would allow at her brother's appearance. While their siblings didn't seem to have missed a beat with their mother's absence, Mochi hadn't missed the way Kat had seemed to retreat into himself, just the way that she had.

His question was met with a considering glance at the two options laid out before them, a furtive glance thrown to the dark, billowing clouds overhead, the ominous crack and flash of lightning promising a deluge sooner or later. On one paw, the sows that didn't make it back to land might wash up further down the shore if they weren't claimed by sharks or other ocean dwelling beasts, but there was no such opportunity for a free feed with the heavier boars.

Finally, she flicked her gaze to the heavier males with a tip of her chin. A significant challenge with the two of them, but neither of them were particularly small. "We can see what washes up further along the shore when we are done." Perhaps they would go home with more than they had bargained for? Perhaps they would go home with nothing. It was just the nature of their craft.

They would need to keep their prey foundering in the loose sand at the middle of the bifost. If they made it to the compact edges, they might outrun the yearling pair... unless they drove them into the frigid depths and tried to use the resistance of the water to aid them? She dragged a paw across the sand and voiced her thoughts to her brother. "Keep them in the middle, or into the water?" She would leave the method up to him.

"speech"