Starting to sounder like a bad time

The ankles! Go for the ankles! Tide is really having the best day. No, like well and truly, the absolute best. Having the best time, trying to snarl and grab and drive the hogs off. Though everything around him is chaos, there's something deeply entertaining about all of it. Thriving in chaos, rising to the occasion, and coming away with mouthfuls of boar bristles. Man, these bastards didn't taste good at all.

As they started to disperse, there's still one stubborn fuck. Oh hell yeah. Border collie instincts kicking into overdrive, Tide comes to life. While the beast is easily many times his size, his weight, he's undeterred. Unafraid. Maybe downright nasty, if you look at him too hard. Teeth sinking into the ankles, into the heels, as they push the old boar on out of here. "Get lost, motherfucker." Triumphant and a little petty. Typical.

"Tide"