Redhawk Caldera Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs

Their scent trail led them through some scrub, which opened onto a clearing. Peregrine's senses immediately honed in on the lone sow rooting around in the earth. She was pretty big, which was why she probably wasn't concerned about being off on her own. His head tilted as he scrutinized her. If he wasn't mistaken, her abdomen looked a bit swollen. Perhaps she was carrying a litter of piglets. More protein for the pups, he thought with a predatory sneer.

Assuming Elwood had taken note of her condition and that's what prompted his comment, the black Gamekeeper nodded. "We did. Sure," he added in response to the Beta's plan. It was simple and would be easy to execute in theory. If she really was pregnant, the wild pig would fight not only for her life but her babies' lives as well. It was definitely possible that her mate was skulking around somewhere too; he would come running the instant the sow made a sound of distress.

As he waited for Elwood to take his position, Peregrine scoured the landscape for any sign of the invisible boar. He saw, smelled and heard nothing. Still, he kept one jade eye peeled while the other carefully tracked his companion's movements, at least until he disappeared in preparation to ambush their much more visible porcine prey.