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