hog wild

Traipsing through the wilds had become a habit as of late, a place to think and let her ever searing flames burn. No matter the set backs faced that wildfire would never die. There were other ways to face the problem of the borders, other chances to meet with those seen as lost by such a divide and when such a day finally came a tongue would not still. Maybe a messenger bird could be sent in her steed? It’s what they were there for wasn’t it, to deliver requests to souls far from reach? Even better those land bound could not stop the soaring wings of a crow, even if they held projectiles to fire what were they going to do - fire upon every natural beast that attempted to cross their imaginary line?

Unlikely. Though she had to admit, it would be rather amusing to behold a wolf attempting to take down a bird in flight. Yet there were still things to consider as she remained wracked with indecision. It couldn’t hurt to at least request that foolish boy to meet her on supposed neutral grounds for a talk, to see if he may reveal what another kept hidden about the conflicts of war. There was information she needed and while there was uncertainty on if he held it a piece of her still wanted to ask. If nothing else it might actually be nice to see one once called friend.

In these moments however, her paws do not tread near something so guarded as paces wind through towering trees. Distraction offered to a rampaging mind upon the harsh snort of a wild boar. Sound which startled her at first and yet as eyes fixated on the adolescent beast her heart began to soar. The gentle sway of that fiery tail betraying excitement as she swiftly dove into the underbrush, attentions fixing to size up this new found target. She hadn’t heard much over the dangers of porcine beasts, only to watch for their mouths - a matter to consider no matter what creature one faced.

That should be an easy enough task though what clung clearest in her mind was over the delicacy of their flesh. How the fatty tissues of their bellies nearly melted in her mouth. It would no doubt make for a fine meal, all she had to to do was get close enough to strike before it took notice of her. Or rather, before any other could attempt to lay claim to her proclaimed prize. Crouching low to the ground Bastille stalked forward in hopes of taking the great beast by surprise. The vibrancy of her gaze focused solely upon the snuffling hog.