@westeroskru // s.c.
Someone was tipping over the edge.
“Horatio! Grab it!” The large boar SURGES FORWARD like a bowling ball, hooking large tusks through the bars of the cage. The tusks, thankfully, withstood the strain as Chief ran for the prisoner truck, heaving to THROW OPEN the door and yell at them to GET OUT.
As soon as they’re out, Horatio lets the prisoner truck PLUMMET off the cliff; the second it hits the ground, the truck EXPLODES. The boar is a little out of breath from the strain of holding the large truck up and Chief hurries over to the boar to pat at his quivering hide and PRAISE HIM for a job well done. That he did SO GOOD. Whispered thanks and loving pats fall across him. It calms Horatio down enough for Chief to send a look to the woman.
After all, she HAD just nearly PLUMMETED to her death.
“Are you okay? Hope that didn’t scare you too much!”















