Starting to sounder like a bad time

It doesn't take long for the usual suspects to join them and so she focuses on dealing out as much damage as she can, using her size and the glint of the sun off her tourmaline collar to drive the pigs back towards the trees. A few indignant shrieks but the sounder is moving in the right direction. For a moment, she thinks the could coordinate their attack a little better, after all, none of them were strangers to moving their mother's goats and cows about, but there was a something comforting in the chaos of it all. This wasn't a hunt, it was a lesson, and she didn't mind as long as they heeded the bite of her teeth and the message in her growl.

Tusks grazed her thigh and she turned, latching onto an ear in response. She threw her weight sideways, trying to knock the solid bastard into the sand.

"speech"