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The longer she ran without sight of the piglet, the more she was beginning to believe she had lost it. A traded good gone because of her negligence. Gone because she had yet to fashion a way to keep the livestock secure. By the ancestors’ will; how was she going to explain this to Jaden…provided the pair were even talking at the point of his return.
It seemed like a fruitless effort. Obviously with its taste of freedom the little thing would have gone long off by now seeking a new life or inversely had become a meal for a wandering predator. The conditions did not bode well for the tiny creature, but still the Nomad clung to hope that she would find it, preferably alive. How far could a hog piglet get on its own?
Obviously far if she was running toward the border and still hadn’t found the little thing, but her ears drew forward to a soft squealing in the distance and the indistinguishable footfalls of the chase. X’yrin could only assume the worse until she could better see what was coming her way. The soft snorts of the frightened animal grew louder causing her to slow her pace to keep an eye out for and run into the elusive piglet. She watched the tops of the long grasses as they were stirred by panicked steps and quite literally danced on the tip of her paws in an effort to keep in front of where the animal was headed. She had caught a glimpse of its ‘attacker’ before it was within sight at her feet and she swept down to grab it. Her grasp was firm around its wriggling body but kept it at arm’s length in precaution to keep from getting hoofed in the chest. She tried easing the frightened animal down as best as her soft vocals would allow, tuning an ear to its erratic squeals in the hopes of offering something in comfort by her own tones. Gradually it calmed but was still kept at arm’s length and remained suspended as she properly addressed the familiar face.
“Oh Asgeir, sir. Hello again!” she breathed, attempting to catch her breath from the morning excitement. “Surely the ancestors are kind to have you herd this little escapee back to me.” Lowering both her head and ears, the female smiled bashfully. “Thank you so much. Are you in need of anything today? It would be my pleasure to help.”
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