"Skin, yes. If something has an inch-thick metallic shell I'd be better served by a biotic detonation."

"Don't think I know of any animals with one of those," he says with a crooked smile, "but I will warn you if I ever do. Shall we?"

"Yes, let's."

Tintin keeps his pistol low, pointed away from his compatriots, and walks a bit behind Taharqi. 

The light is low but not entirely gone, and anyway Taharqi soon finds a trail. "Some predator, probably, not trying to hide at all," he says in a low voice. "Big?" The broken branches of trees and little imperfections of shrubbery would indicate something that reaches about shoulder height on him.

Which is to say, a few inches taller than Tintin. "Excellent."

Taharqi keeps following and soon finds the creature that created those tracks: an enormous boar, surrounded by a couple of less enormous but still pretty large other specimens. The biggest one is indeed nearly as tall as Taharqi—on all fours.

Meat for days.

He puts a finger to his lips then points at it and looks at Tintin's gun then face.

Tintin raises the gun, his arm perfectly steady, and pulls the trigger.

There's a dim flash of blue light, a loud crack, and a sizable hole in the boar's head.

The other two boars screech in surprise, locate the new threat and...

...charge. Rather than running away. Welcome to the Exiled Lands.

Well that's unfortunate for everyone involved.

Tintin gestures, and a pair of Throw fields materialize and streak into their faces. He isn't expecting that to do much more than stagger them; that's what the pistol is for. Crack. Crack.

And after that, all is quiet.

Taharqi isn't looking at the dead boars, though.

"-probably should've warned you about how loud guns are. You alright?"

Huh? Oh yes he's alright sorry give him a moment while he wraps his arms around Tintin to kiss him.

Squeak!

He holds the kiss for a few seconds before pulling back away, laughing. "Sorry, I don't know why, I—" But he's looking Tintin up and down like a very delectable meal.

"Was that really so attractive?"

Tintin kisses him again, though.

He will grab Tintin's ass and press their naked bodies together in lieu of answering with words.

Well, Tintin is experiencing a bit of an adrenaline high, and he feels like grabbing Taharqi's ass and grinding forcefully against him. How about that. 

Taharqi responds very positively to this! Mostly by squeezing Tintin's body even harder against his and rubbing himself on him somewhat. Maybe some lip biting will be involved also.

Tintin appreciates being bitten pretty much anywhere Taharqi chooses. He ends up mostly grinding his pussy against Taharqi's thigh and making breathy little noises.

—okay wait he pulls away and bites his lower lip. "Boars," Taharqi says, his voice a bit raspy. He clears his throat and adds, "You are very hot but we should take those boars back to camp before it gets too much darker."

"Boars. Yes."

Tintin disentangles himself reluctantly, and gestures at the corpses; they glow blue, and he starts dragging the big one effortlessly along the ground. "Can you get the other two? I'd like a hand free in case I need the gun."

"...sure." He can grab both extra boars. "And you are going to tell me that is not magic, either."

"Just biotics! I know I explained biotics - manipulating Mass Effect fields using the Element Zero nodes distributed through my body?"

"You did say those words! What is Element Zero, exactly?"

"A crystalline form of something called dark matter, which can locally alter how the world works in respects like gravity."