AND MY BROTHER GEORGE / pet pig

While the pig would run around squealing, he noticed Roan approaching and perked his ears forward with a lopsided grin forming on his maw. His striped tail flicking to the sides as he answered with a chuckle leaving him "Hey there, sailor." At the inquiry if the piglet belonged to him, the liger would nod slowly before snorting at the comment Roan made about having to get his eyes checked "Yeah, I just got her today." Just as if on cue, the piglet ran over and collided into Paintbrush's chest causing the liger to let out a soft wheeze as he held her in his arms now as he laid there trying to catch his breath. "She's very energetic as you can see... Ouch," He would sit up slowly with the smaller creature still in his grip, of course, the little piglet began to squeal and writhe wanting to go run off again in the sand. The piglet darting again once more not even paying much attention to the zombified cat that had approached.

"I haven't decided on a name for her yet so suggestions would be appreciated greatly," Paintbrush had a few in his mind but he was uncertain about them. He curled his tail around his paws in a neat manner only to lift up a paw as she rubbed her chest a bit since it was still sore after the piglet had crashed into him.