Starting to sounder like a bad time

As Davey watches the others get rid of the last massive, lumbering old hog, he's not willing to take the sidelines. Would it take all of them? Probably not, honestly, but who can fault a boy for wanting to get his last licks in? Paws digging hard into the sand, he picks up a careful creep across the ground. Forcing himself forward, muscles coiling tightly. Ready to strike, ready to pull off some real bullshit.

With little regard to where his siblings are in the fray, Davey springs. Strikes. Scrambles his way up to climb atop the hog, haphazard as it is. It's ridiculous, but it's all instinct for the boy. Simply having the best time, as they drive the hogs off to the horizon.

"speech"