What is it? And how do I kill it?

As the others joined the fray, Aresenn renewed his vigor with a low growl. He was acutely aware of Sloan tugging at the beast’s tail, and the scent of Iscariot and Zeke closing in. It was all coming together in that sort of chaotic synchronicity that Aresenn had come to appreciate in this ragtag team of his.

He dug his claws into the elephant seal's thick hide, ignoring the sting of cold that seeped through his fur. Feeling more secure with his grip, he started to lash out with heightened aggression. His teeth sought purchase around the hideous beast's neck. He bit down hard and twisted, hoping to dislodge a chunk of blubbery flesh with his powerful jaws. As he did so, he caught sight of Zeke savaging one of the beast's flippers with equal ferocity.

A sense of savage pleasure rushed through him at the sight, a primal instinct that reveled in the raw power and violence of their pack. He could feel every tremor and shift of the creature beneath him as Sloan, Iscariot and Zeke tore into its rotund body from all sides.

"Aresenn Praetor"