Their burrow is even cooler than he'd imagined. Angela's light show reveals a veritable sea of bug beneath their feet, all of varying sizes and colours. Jorg spots a black beetle which changes colour as it catches the light revealing intricate gold marbling across its shell. He's never seen one like it before and reaches out to pick it up to get a closer look. Before he can find it, the light flickers and dies. Jorg glances up from the floor hiding his disappointment. He'll have to come back some time with a shovel and see if he can find it again. Raising his eyebrows at Angela he considers her, tipping his head to one side.
"Why in the world would he stop a pig from chasing me?" he asks, nonplussed. "Besides," he continues, recovering his grin, "pigs aren't stupid. They're almost as clever as you."

The spirigus gives up trying to charge the burrow entrance and resolves to dig them out. Its great hairy body blocks the entrance way plunging them into almost complete darkness, and its nose protrudes in through the hole. Tusks scraping the earth it starts to clear the way.
"Good work, Snuffles!" Jorg whoops, nudging Angela's leg with his knee, "see. I told you he was smart." He shuffles back in the burrow a little, making sure he was out of range of Snuffles' tusks.
"Do you parents even know you're here?" he asks her, just about able to make out her outline through the gloom. He's having to raise his voice above Snuffles' grunting and his words echo a little around their cave. Angela didn't seem like the type of person who would be allowed to wander around a forest on her own. Other people's parents, Jorg has come to realised, seem to worry about those kind of things.

"Shapeshifting, huh?" Jorg says nodding, "that's cool." He moves his hand, flexing his fingers to try and banish the pins and needles tingling in his arm. What did he have? "Hmm..." he begins thoughtfully as Snuffles continues to make impressive progress with his digging. "let's see. I can cover water, fire, earth, air," he starts counting them off on his fingers, "ice, light...I can turn into a wolf aaaaand..." He breaks off and twitches his fingers again. A dagger appears in his hand, made from twisting strands of green and purple light, it lends an eyrie glow to their hiding place. Finally able to see her again, Jorg beams. "I'll try not to be a burden."

And then he darts forwards and plunges his knife into the Spirigus' nose. It bellows its fury but retreats from the mouth of the cave, squealing. Jorg moves after it.
"Think fast," he tells Angela, before giving her a sharp shove out into the daylight. He somersaults over her head and lands nimbly in the grass. His dagger lengthens into a bo staff which he twirls lazily between his fingers. As Snuffles veers around to face them again, Jorg looks back over his shoulder at Angela and winks.
"You know..." he grins, "now would be a spectacular time to become a bear...or a dragon, or something." The spirigus charges. "Save me Mayla!" Jorg laughs in delight.