Starting to sounder like a bad time

Pigs pushed passed him, seemingly content to cede the ground to the younger combatants. Fine, I guess... He had been having a good time.

Turning back towards those that remained, he zeroed in on Rip and Gilda tackling a very large boar. Deciding that that was where he was needed for right now, he moved in with determined strides, adding his weight to Gilda's push. It seemed to be enough to get the old hog moving along with the rest of his family, a limp in his stride as he trundled through the loose sand but moving none the less. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he made sure Mercy, Davey and Tide had things under control before falling to his stomach in the churned up sand.

"speech"