Bring Home the Bacon [festival hunt]

Emery would give a soft sigh as the last member of their party arrived. Well well, wasn’t she just a bundle of joy? The man would flick his ears back some, whispering to the boy. “Don’t mind her lad.” Emery would say softly. Then his attention would turn to Frith, the leader of their hunting group. So the wild pigs were their intended target. Perfect. If they all worked together there was no chance of the critter escaping, and then it was chow time. Emery would grin, nudging the youth at his side gently.

“Just keep up and try your best. It won’t be too bad of a hunt.” He would wink at the younger male. “...and if you fancy joining a pack later down the line you’ll have some experience under you’re belt. Just don’t worry about rushing it.” Emery would tip his head to Frith. “Well, I’m ready to get this started when you are, Mister Frith.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think