I didn’t recognize the thing that emerged from the cave.
It stood on muscular hind legs and was covered in hair ranging in color from
slate gray to jet black. It had a barrel chest that thrust forward, like a
soldier’s. Long arms extended from large shoulders and ended in meaty hands. It
wore a leather breastplate and battle-skirt decorated with intricate whorls
done in bright red stitching. The enormous nostrils on its face flared and it
peered into the undergrowth surrounding the cave. My heart surged when its dark
eyes, full of low cunning, roved over my hiding place.
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