Starting to sounder like a bad time

There's so much screaming. No, like. So much screaming. Between the pigs and the wolves, it's all such a racket. Enough to put Davey in a shitty mood from the jump. Unraveling from his napping spot in the sun, hoisting his axe over his shoulder, and getting to it-- fine. Davey would help, but they fucking owed him.

Chasing down the pigs, he's already swinging like a madman. Using the space the flail bit of his axe provided, and bounding after the beasts with reckless abandon. He'd gotten the jump on them, but as soon as he starts landing blows, the focus of several beasts turns. It settles on Davey-- that's fine. If they'd like to meet the business end of the blade, they're welcome to.

Though tusks catch on his flanks and side, the boy doesn't seem to care much. Not with adrenaline in his system and steel in his jaws. It's too much fun this way.

"speech"