Natasha chuckles as she steps into Thor's hand and lets him lift her up, realizes no one but their dead conquest is around to hear her, and then actually laughs. Her impeccable balance keeps her from falling, only teetering ever so slightly with one hand on the trunk to help her. Her weight can't be much for him, and it's very simple for her to tug the bag free. She very briefly thinks they might look a bit like cheerleaders right now. If not for all the blood. And the dirt. And the dead pig-thing. "All right," she says as she hops down. "You carry the mushrooms, then, and I'll get this thing."

With a completely straight face, she walks over to the creature, wraps both hands around one tusk, and pulls as hard as she can. Her heels dig furrows into the dirt, and leave her leaning back far enough that she'd fall without the support of the literal dead weight. The beast moves about an inch. "I should be back in about two and a half months."