The grizzly stood over their prey, foaming with iridescent saliva. The mucus formed helical strings, full of checked fury and restrained rage, a provocation transformed bestiality, reigned by nature’s blessing to the druid. It was a strange power, the reckoning that the Mother bequeathed to her adopted children. Fate engineered his rescue from Chult by Xaron, to arrange his freedom to fight against a much greater threat.

[i]Why?[/i]

Nevertheless, the answers to his sole inquiry remained in the back of the bear’s mind, clawing and gnawing at the proverbial bit, hoping to be unleashed. This aspiration relished itself within the sanctity of a feverish fugue of a mind seed, planted by a jealous bard, now presumably banished from recent memory. The pinnacle and valley of the current siege of Greenest, with now their ambush upon this troupe, lead Torus to ask himself the rationale behind his existence, in the form of a horrifying growl.

Orchid, in time, applying the same stringent filter upon the runt left behind by the remnant litter, would yield a bounty, enough to feed his ravenous intellect.