Pig Riders of Ruin
Katarina arrived at an impasse: she knew these pig-men would keep chasing her, but honestly she wasn't sure they could keep up. She'd spent her whole life in the badlands, and although her water supplies were getting low, she'd done with less in the past.
Still, she couldn't fight off 5 of them by herself. She knew she would be in serious trouble if they actually caught up to her. One of them makes a mistake, four were still chasing. She makes a mistake?
She swallowed deeply at the thought. It wasn't pleasant.
Suddenly, she pulled up short as she saw an extremely pale man with tattered clothes in from of her, and she slowed her sprint, bouncing comfortably on her toes...
"Well hi!" she said brightly, waving her smaller hands 'hello' at him, her bright white teeth open in a smile as if she didn't have a care in the world, "You..." she saw him waving over his shoulder and nodded, "Ahh yea, they're annoying. Me too. You got any ideas?" she asked hopefully, her eyes bright with excitement.