I see you wild hog.

The afternoon was pleasant, it wasn't hot nor was it cold. It was honestly just right. Her own paws and underbelly dirtied due to tracking the wild hog when it moved she also moved. The sound of the crack catching her attention, a smile crosses Identifications lips. As soon a frame appears near her, a little girl. A pup none the less. She smiled though, although deep down she was now worried about the youngster getting hurt. But the hog didn't seem to worried at all - but they however were dangerous and now Identification was the bigger threat to the hog and not the child.

"Of course you can, as long as you don't get injured. I doubt your parents would approve of that." Identification was always worried of another getting hurt. And being that of a pup had Identification wanting to protect the child even more. But maybe, just maybe if the young girl was swift upon her paws - they would succeed and she'd bring home some meat for those that cared for her, that is after Fic took care of the hog.

She turned to the girl and then towards the hog who absently minded continued to circle around. "We can smoke some of the meat and have you take some back, if you would like. I hope that your parents know where you are." Offering a knowing smile. It could also be a lesson for the girl.

"Normally a hog has large tusks, well most of them anyway. This guy who seems to have no mind appears to be this seasons. Not even a year yet. So we may be lucky. But we have to watch out for others." Identification smiled with a dip of her cranium, her paws setting into motion as her voice lowered to the girl of chocolate and fawn pigments. Emerald eyes flashing their own smile then focusing onto the hog once again.

She lowered close to the ground, her eyes focused upon the hog before them. Not even ten yards away. She'd wait for the right moment to strike, the moment that she could give way for the pup as well. Identification would injure the pig and allow the other to bring it to it's end. "Normally hogs are very territorial and can get very nasty at times." Her voice like a whisper. "But, if I injure the hog you could sweep in and go for the kill. Do you know the spots it's weakest?"

Questioning, to just make sure that the other female understood the weak points the hog had, but also to help teach the girl. Sure, hunting was part of every day life and was instilled in someones brain and mind since birth. But there were lessons to be learned with each fight or hunt.

Word Count ♥ 783 + 466 = 1,249 of 1500.