Broken Antler Fen Evening Adventures

Brandy listened carefully to Kinra, soaking up the information and drawing the scent into her mouth to memorize it to what she was learning. It was more musky than the odor the pink, fat pigs carried, and this one naturally made the yearling cautious. 
          "Not those squishy pink ones, certainly?"
Thinking harder, she was sure she'd never seen one of those pink slobs with tusks. They weren't really dangerous, but these boars seemed very much so.
                    "My mother and I came across boar scent once, but we didnt follow it. Said the pig wasn't worth the trouble. I don't know what it looks like." 
Brandy looked around again, half-hoping the swine would show itself just to give her the experience. Did Kinra want to go after it?