Leon cut off the poogie before it ran into the path of the popos, preventing what could have been messy. The pig didn’t seem to get it though, and continued to try and get past the hunter and chase after the giant herbivores. There was a bang when the mother struck another table, the one Leon’s disassembled bowgun rested on, but fortunately nothing actually fell from the table.
Leon had supplies to calm and maybe eventually put the popo to sleep, and stuff to numb a certain area, but not enough to put the large animal down in a timely manner. Fortunately,
“We have some stuff in the med bay, I’ll get it.” The mother started to calm down finally too, causing her children to do the same. They positioned themselves in a corner with the mother facing out, who still refused to stand down.
“I see bringing the popo inside went down about as smoothly as cheap whiskey.” The town elder grumped as she came in from the kitchen.
“So on top of killing most of our work animals, the blangos got into our food supplies and had a well balanced meal. I suppose we should be grateful they only ate our food and not us… Anyway, we’re going to need to haul supplies from the airship ourselves, starting with the essentials, food. We have some sleds here that can be used.” The wyverian thumbed towards the back, probably the same direction the popo came from.
“Get the kitchen cleaned up, scrounge what food is left and get something cooking.” She told no one in particular.
“I’m sure everyone’s famished and we can’t drink on an empty stomach.” Regardless, people went about as instructed.
The man returned with a box of medical supplies he thought would be necessary, including a bottle of high strength tranquilizer fluid.
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Because of their familiarity with humans, the popos could be approached despite their agitated state, so long as one didn’t alarm them. Pricking the mother or poking at her injuries could be dicey however.