Starting to sounder like a bad time

The pig she threw, tumbled away, finding its feet and joining those that were fleeing to the trees. She let out a snort, well, if that was how he wanted to play it, then fine by her she supposed.

Turning her attention back to the thinning herd, she joined Rip in giving the remaining pigs a hint now the bigger guns had been driven off, well, almost the bigger guns. One old boar still stood firm, grunting to his family and trying to pick a fight with the young wolves. Gilda wasn't going to have it. Rip moved for the back and so she aimed for the flank, with another shove and a snap. It was time to move along, sir. Nothing left to see here.

"speech"