The horror! Caught in a rainstorm, we were searching for a place to stay dry and rest... We heard them scratching and growling... they must have smelled us because they attacked unprovoked. One of them ripped Christophe's head clean off! His body dropped to the ground like a wet grain sack, and his club slipped out of his hands before he could use it.

The beast was covered in thick, matted fur, with huge tusks jutting from its mouth. And when it roared, the sound was so strange and ear-shattering. VUKARRRRRR!!! I will be haunted by it for the rest of my days.