Further down the clearing, though not much further, the sounds of snarling could be heard. Those sounds were accompanied by pounding and apparent scratching- a fight was going on. They were large, almost human sized and covered with hair. They had stood on strong hindlegs. A pair of sharp front teeth stuck from the top of their lip, a stubby pair of ears poking from the top of their heads. Their three-fingered hands ended in sharp claws and a pair of twisting horns shot through their skulls. They seemed to be fighting each other- a territorial display. As one turned its head toward the adventurers, the other caught it off guard, scratching at its neck and drawing blood. It hissed as it pounced onto the other, ripping away at its tendons.

Covered in blood, it looked toward the adventurers. A glare came across its face. Though it did not speak, it seemed to communicate through its eyes. "You're next" was what it seemed to be signalling.