Hog Wild

He eyes the raised mounds of dirt curiously as he waits for her to lower her guard even further. Its inevitable because he presents no danger. Scald wouldn't hurt a soul unless he desperately needed to. Unlike his brethren, he cared not for violence.

Humming in agreeance, Scald nods. "Yea, one day they're 'ere as if they'd always been," he comments, his expression turning suspicious as he paws at the nearest channel. The dirt didn't feel any different, didn't smell anything. Just... dirt. Meeting her gaze for a moment, he can tell she's just as uncertain about this phenomenon as he is. At least he wouldn't be alone. "No one ever built a castle by not exploring the unknown," Scald comments with a shrug before heading straight toward where the channels seemed to begin. "Best to start at the beginning, no?"

"speech"