Perhaps it was the flippant way he'd said it, but when Plays sidled within range, it wasn't in San to have the patience not to gut him. Her knife was in her hand, quicker than thought, and she slashed even as she turned.

"That is my MOTHER!" She roared, not quite sane. Had she the forethought to listen to her own words as she spoke, she'd have been able to recognize a kinship with the pigs. Moro was beautiful and strong.