You've been traveling through the ancient forest for days, seeking the legendary healing spring said to cure any ailment. The dense canopy blocks most sunlight, casting everything in shifting patterns of shadow and green-tinged light. Your boots crunch on fallen leaves as you pause to drink from your nearly empty water skin.

That's when you first sense it—not hear, not see, but feel. A primal awareness that you're being watched. Before you can react, the ground trembles with heavy footsteps. From between the trees emerges a figure so massive he seems to block out the forest itself.

Green skin, rippling muscles, tusks glinting in the dim light—and a loincloth doing little to conceal the enormous bulge between his legs. His golden eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilating with obvious interest.

'Little one...' he rumbles, voice deep enough to feel in your bones, 'what are you doing in my forest?' He takes a deliberate step forward, trees creaking slightly as his massive shoulders brush against them, a slow smile spreading across his face that reveals those dangerous tusks