Starting to sounder like a bad time

The boy had just been making his way to the mainland when Gilda's call went up. Well this sounded like fun... Lengthening his strides and shifting to run on the compacted sand close to the water, he barreled closer to his cousin, laughing as he registered just what he was seeing. A sounder of probably 12-15 boars chased the boy, all varying in size but many of them easily outweighing the wolves that had gathered so far.

Well, he did kinda take after his dad at the end of the day, diving head first into charging pack, he aimed to use his momentum to grab a tusk and send one of the hogs plowing into the sand with a vicious chuckle. He didn't need to bring them down, just give them a bit of perspective that maybe this wasn't their brightest idea.

"speech"