Wolf RPG

Wolves. Osha hated wolves. As soon as the vile, weasel-faced scout from Nova Peak had departed the Hills, the lookout turned on her piggy heel and trundled off to find Heston, grunting and farting with the effort of moving with such urgency. There was no denying that things had changed since they had last come up against a pack of wolves. Osha was four now - ancient by pig standards, and suffered with more weigh-related ailments than she cared to admit.

She found her father at the center of the vast group of hogs. He was sowing his wild oats in a relative newcomer to the family, completing the deed with a savage grunt and dismounting to face his eldest surviving daughter with a crazed look in his old, weeping eyes. Osha stared unabashedly at the gross thing between his legs. She herself was wildly unattractive even by pig standards, and a maiden still because of it. "Wolves," she told her father. It was all she needed to say.

Within the hour, Osha was in wolf territory - observe, Heston had told her, find out if they have any pups. Osha contemplated doing as she had been asked, but the scent of a nearby and freshly provisioned cache directed her mind elsewhere. I'll destroy it, she thought maliciously, peering around for any sign of watching wolves. Finding none, the grissly hog shoved her tusks into the recently disturbed ground and began to root out the hidden food.

Blue trotted down to Hogbelly Hills. She thought it was time to show everyone that she could hunt, so she took a few more steps until she saw the pigs in plain sight. 

Blue hopped into a nearby bush and watched the pigs closely, she did not want them to notice her. The pig was digging, and Blue would not tolerate that at all. A low growl came out and her ears fell back, soon that low growl turned into a snarl as Blue lunged for the pig, knocking it down with her jaws locked on the hog's neck. 

She did not want to kill the pig just yet, Blue waited to see what she had to say. With her mouth full, she said,
"What are you doing here, hog?" 

The attack caught her unawares, but Osha was no push-over. No sooner than the wolf had knocked her over did the vast pig twist her fat neck around to gore at her attacker with sharp tusks, squealing angrily all the while. By the time Bazi arrived on the scene, the intruder had wrestled her way out of Blue's grip and adopted a defensive position. Sweat and blood stuck down the hog's wiry hair, and the whites of her angry eyes were visible.

"What's going on h--" Bazi began, features sharpening into a snarl. But before she could say anything else, Osha let out an ear-piercing shriek and barrelled at the still somewhat bleary-eyed Arctic wolf.