Bramblepoint Back beat, the word was on the street that the fire in your heart is out

Little bit of PP on Flaris. Hit me up if you want me to change that.

The squealing of the pig came shortly after the bid for his attention, and Sriracha was divided between both in a moment of indecision. He did not stall, still moving inexorably towards the source of the squeals. But he did turn his head, acknowledging and beckoning the other male on. 

They broke quite suddenly from the gnarled underbrush into a clearing. Sriracha was pleased by this new development, he had thorns clinging everywhere on his coat. But he did not think on it long, for they had found the pig and its killer. No worries, he said warily. We're not going to take your kill, you got there first. Fair and square. Sriracha cast a glance over his shoulder at the other man, the one that had followed. At least, I will. I don't speak for my shadow here. Oh, but his mouth watered at the thought of just a few bites of that pig.[/ooc]