With madness in its red eyes, two long tusks protruding from its mouth and heavy hooves scrapping the dirt in preparation for a deadly charge, the wild spiny hog grunted. Air from its huge nostrils blew fallen leaves on the ground as it lowered its centre of gravity, locking its sight of Fowler.
Even though he was now a powerful lesser vampire, the hunting squad commander still froze with fear at the sight of the wild spiny hog. He would rather hunt a stag than deal with this wild hog. Thankfully, it wasn't an armoured wild hog, even if the defences of hogs, in general, were crazy.
