"You caught a good one today as well." Renaldo muttered, his eyes wide in surprise.
Coco forced out a smile as she dumped the dead flying pig on the butchering table with a wet thump, its warm carcass bouncing slightly on the heavy surface.
The table groaned and protested under the weight of the pig, the wood creaking as it took the impact.
There was a wet, squelching and thump sound while the noise echoed in the quiet room, infiltrating Coco's, Renaldo's, Jacques', and Lala's ears.
The pig was a strange sight for a normal earthling like her, its leathery wings spread out awkwardly to either side, its body not having any sign of being taken down except for the sunken part on its head.
The table was slightly streaked and stained with blood, the result of countless animals slaughtered before it.
