He opened his mouth to say something only to snap it shut, lips curling once he picked up the vile stench of something rotten mixed with something unidentifiable.  It was almost musky but with the reek of rotting wood and fungus it was hard to tell. Grimacing he closed his nostrils and opened his mouth the breath so the reek was less bothersome. Still it was vile. There were only a few things that could produce such a stench, most were harmless though annoying, only one was dangerous even to him. With the thick wet smell of fungus, the dry rot of wood and leaf litter mixing in with the vile stench he couldn't be certain what was the cause of it . Not that he was eager to find out. Not with his injuries.<br/><br/>"So they were not content with destroying their own world, they wanted to desotry mine as well." he bristled. These fleshlings where like a plague of insects, devouring everything in their path.<br/><br/>He tilted his head in a bird like manner when when asked what they were going to eat. He knew what he was going to eat but ....what did fleshlings eat? They lack claws or fangs and were weak soft things. Maybe they ate plants. He silently studied his organic companion, those small weak jaws would be ill suited for anything other then eating plants and there was no shortage of those. "There are plenty of fruit bearing trees. And small non toxic insects." As well as the eggs of birds and other things. While not very filling he had stooped to eating such things before when he was too injured to hunt. The ability to adapt is what made his species so successful.<br/><br/>The creature that was the cause of the stench made its way through the underbrush, tough coat of bristles covered in bits of dead leaves and mud, its small red eyes focused more on the ground the anything while its helpless offspring grunted and rooted around in the thick leaf litter. Its tall shoulders covered in glistening sharp thick spines that gave it its name. The sow was to interested in the countless nuts and half rotted fruit hidden among the leaf litter to even notice the presence of the human and the predator.<br/><br/>Razorback. He lurched to his feet, eyes focused on the ill tempered animal, paying close attention to its two foot long gleaming hooked tusks. Rapidly he recalled everything he knew abut the boar like animals, thick tough hide, extremely aggressive, nasty tempers, tasted horrible but the piglets............a thin line of drool dripped from his jaw. Only if he could get one away from the aggressive sow with out getting gored.<br/><br/>Raorbacks were the one creature he had a great deal of respect for and had no reserves about dashing up a tree if confronted with one of the nasty tempered brutes.  Even with his powerful jaws it was a chore to crush their thick skulls and their thick, bristle covered hide was hard to grab onto.