The new digs weren't so bad. Mercy was enjoying the beach, enjoying the relative sun, and the sense of privacy that it all seemed to provide. They could get up to basically whatever they wanted down here, with cliffs to keep the bay protected on most sides. Thriving.
By the time the screaming catches her, it's probably too late. Her explorations cut short, punctuated by so. Much. Squealing. With a dramatic roll of her eyes, Mercy climbs to her feet, tries to get an idea of exactly what this bullshit is.
The pigs were after her brother. Of course they were. With a heavy sigh, Mercy comes to life. Running down the boars, coming wide around the back. Reaching out with gnashing teeth and a snarl, grabbing the first that she can catch in her mouth. Vicious as ever, Mercy tips one hog into the next. Dominoes, bitch.
