Ivory tusks

What in the actual hell was that thing.

Rhazien had been exploring the lush mangrove purely out of curiosity, figuring he might come across something interesting, given how deep into the territory he was. All around him, he could smell wolves lingering in the shadows- making him wonder if this place belonged to a band, or if this was a coincidence. Regardless, he’d walked along the well beaten path, keeping to himself- at least, until this huge, tusked creature appeared before him, walking along the shoreline.  It was bigger than anything he’d ever seen before- it towered over the foliage, grabbing things with a muscular appendage that also looked like a nose? And those tusks, they looked dangerous- like they'd pierce straight through him if given the chance. What the fuck.

"Speech"