Don't watch Tusk. Just don't.

Aresenn stood on the edge of the inlet, his eyes narrowed against the chilly gusts sweeping down from the high cliffs above. Below him, a mammoth of a walrus sprawled on the lichen-dappled turf, its glossy hide dappled with the fresh snowfall. It grunted and snorted, oblivious to Aresenn's presence. Yet. This particular walrus had been a problem, and it was a problem that was going to be addressed today.

The Praetor brute watched on as the beast, all blubber and fury, lumbered clumsily towards the icy water. Its long tusks glinted menacingly in the wintry sun. And once it had its back turned, he descended from his vantage point. Aresenn moved with predatory ease- his amber gaze trained on his target. And without hesitation, he launched himself atop the created. Jaws splayed as he prepared to fight for a hold in the thick blubbery flesh.

"Aresenn Praetor"