The Legend Continued

Out from the cave came a bull elephant that had the look of a leader. Mugsly was not a bad judge of character, though he often times felt people misjudged his character. When the main elephant stood before his herd, each took it's turn bowing in a sign of respect to the elder. This alpha had distinct markings under it's eyes, he had to be at least sixty. Mugsly got this impression not just because of the massive size tusks it adorn, one being much smaller, but by the aging in it's eyes. This elephant had seen things that no other creature among them had the chance yet to.

From behind his rock hiding spot, Mugsly could not see every detail of what was taking place, but his ears were hearing what he felt he understood. The trumpet bawl that came from the lead elephant had an underlining he understood as his native language. "The human races have destroyed our land for cultivating pfft their food, and have killed four of our brothers pfft," belted the lead bull. Mugsly knew this was not a place that many humans had seen, at least without ending up dead. He kept his breaths shallow, and closed his eyes in hopes that this would make him less there.

This ended up being in vain because as he put focus on one individual noise he was making he disregarded the fact that he was not looking at the surrounding jungle. He had become the target of a wild boar, which was known to be very aggressive and territorial. It seems Mugsly had claimed a rock that the boar used for grubs, and it wanted it's spot back. Mugsly had assumed that the lack of outside noise meant that there would be no nearby wild life. How did this animal not heed this same warning.

The boar let out a shrill and made to charge Mugsly. "Not now, stupid animal," he thought and he grabbed the nearest stick and stood ready for the attack, still partially hidden by the rock that outweighed him. He slammed the stick against the floor in hopes to intimidate the animal, as this was a custom way to deal with these animals in his village. The boar did not seem at all bothered. Mugsly swung at the pig but barely diverted the animals path. Within seconds of being pummeled into the rock behind him he blacked out from shock and the air being knocked out of him.