Boartusk Heights holy, unholy, beast and divine

The creature was low to the earth, but had jutting angles that reminded Tulimaq of the very mountain that he crept across; a roach-backed creature with cloven toes and a triangular face, hardly any neck, and a round belly - all covered in coarse hair. He saw these things in flashes but didn't care much for the creature. It wasn't a deer but it seemed to be just as quick; it wasn't a beaver, but oddly, reminded Tulimaq of the giant rodents. Perhaps this was a relative.

He was snarling though, snapping his teeth, scaring the creature back towards the other wolf. It was grunting and squealing and making a god-awful show of its fears. He advanced upon it with a lack of timidity and with a rushing few steps, herded it with some insistence; but the pig didn't seem to be moving as fast as Tulimaq anticipated. It turned around and, brandishing curving tusks the likes of which he'd never seen before, made a stand-off that left Tulimaq perplexed. Prey did not fight back — prey ran, feeble and afraid.

The man found himself admiring his target more than he should've been, a fact he'd keep hidden lest he want to invite mockery.