Lucious would never admit it, but she took a lot of comfort from the warm flank of her brother pressed up against her. Helga snorted, indicating that the wolves were closing in now. To be sure, their yipping and whining was loud and obvious, though their intentions or plans were beyond the two pigs. "Don't let them get between us," Helga grunted. She was the brains of the operation, despite her small size. Lucious was certainly the brawn, but was no linchpin when it came to these sorts of encounters. He had no choice but to go along with the smaller female that outranked him by miles.

Over the snow appeared a dark dog, lunging directly for them. As Lucious was the one with the eyes on the meadow, it was his duty to take her on. And he was not afraid. His size far exceeded the black coyote's. He held his head and tusks down, waiting for the moment when she would come crashing against. Slightly tilted, his great head concealed the crack in their defense that the wolf was aiming for. When at last he felt the weight against his snout he gave a powerful shove, almost enough to flip her in the air. Helga, on the other hand, eyed the wolf that had come from the woods warily. It had joined with the others but now was appeared on her right, but made no move to attack. Stupid dogs.

He listened silently as his sister gave instruction, directing the wolves where to go and what the plan of attack was. The idea of pursuing the boars was utterly terrifying, but the large creatures were a threat and needed to be dealt with immediately. The ridge wolves would not allow some pigs to disturb their home.

Wraith made the first move, slinking off into the trees to accomplish his part of the plan. The shadow prince was unsure of who the tawny female was, but clearly she would be of use to the Ridge wolves. Studying his ebony queen for a moment the boy took off, disappearing into the trees behind Wraith. The boy did not follow the older male’s path, however; instead, he veered off to the right, hoping to get an opportunity to lunge at the smaller boar if Wraith succeeded in grabbing hold of the creature. Just as he watched the older male lunge at the pig a sound from behind caught his attention, causing his steps to falter as he threw his head over his shoulders to get a better look. The larger pig was in pursuit of Morgana, attempting to fling her out of his way to disrupt their hunting strategy. It seemed as though these feral creatures were not going down without a fight. He half-snarled, half-howled for one of his pack mates to lunge at the female boar Wraith was attempting to fell. His path changed immediately and he hurled himself in the direction of the male boar, his teeth bared and ready to draw blood.

Due to his slender figure and long legs the shadow was able to move quickly and come at Lucious from behind. Greer knew he would not be able to take down the larger pig by himself, but he needed to distract it from going after his sister — or another Willows wolf — again. He snapped at the creature’s heels while ensuring he was constantly moving, his deer-like legs flinging his body forward and backward with expert speed. He would keep this up until the smaller boar was taken down — or one of his pack mates came at the male. The Willow wolves would not lose this fight. 

With a grunt of pride, Luscious watched the bitch soar through the sky like some sort of cloud. But clouds did not land on the ground this heavily. Or bleed. Too distracted with his own ego, the bull was not prepared for the blitzkrieg about to strike. His comrade's pained squeals pulled him back into reality when it was already too late. There was a wolf somewhere beside him pulling on her leg to his left, but he could not turn himself well enough to do a damn thing about it. And besides, before a moment passed he was engaged with his own dog clinging to his shoulder on the his right side. Had he been lithe like a deer he would have brayed and bucked to throw it off, but Luscious was a pig and not particularly mobile. Shouting out his battlecry once more, he did the only thing he could: he hopped slightly and threw all his weight into his right, hoping to land on his side and crush the stupid fleabag who was stupid enough to grab hold of him. But damn it hurt.

Meanwhile Helga felt as if her ass were literally on fire. She tried to kick out whatever cur was holding onto her, but he was so heavy that she couldn't even raise her leg or wrench it from his needled trap. And then there were worse problems: the wolf watching her out in the forest, another one coming her way. Shit. The worst pain of her life radiated from her ass with even greater intensity now, and it felt as if a tree had fallen on her. It was not the wolf that had her leg, since he was unfortunately still very well attached. Must have been another. "Do you fucking job, Luscious," she cried, unaware that her fellow boar was currently engaged. He was supposed to have her back. The flames from her rear were so great she thought she would pass out. But she needn't worry about that, because one of the wolves was here to help her.

Helga hardly even felt a thing.