Starting to sounder like a bad time

As his family join the fray, the boy pivots, turning like the tides as he watches the other wolves tackle and tear. There was still a chance here, still a chance they could send the pigs back to the woods where they belonged, rather than down here gorging themselves on seaweed and shellfish (though, he had to admit, their skin did look rather glorious from the treatment). Never mind that now, spa days were done for these guys!

He took a leaf from Mercy's book and ran headlong into one of the startled boars side, sending it careening into another. There was disgruntled squealing and snarling all round. The wind was knocked from him as a smaller pig retaliated, but it jumped back with a squeal on finding the crystalline quills embedded over his hips and tail.

He bared his teeth in a grin and lunged forward, teeth snapping towards an exposed shoulder.

"speech"