Hip-Hip, Hipporay!

Ara somehow wasn’t surprised to see a couple familiar faces dotted in among those that had come to gawk at the giant mass of creatures. The hipp (although she didn’t know its name) looked something like a walking boulder. She just hoped its hide was easier to poke than a rock, or they were going to be in some trouble.

It's tusking and mouth that unhinged when it ate would be no walk in the park either. “Howdy folk. Corbie, Mitros” she said, nodding her head to the wolves she recognised. “Anyone got a game plan? I assume you're hunting this thing” She grinned as she looked among them. Naturally assuming they wouldn’t mind an extra pair of jaws.


"Naráca Mendacium"