*A Pair Of Quill-Brutes*

Spiry enters the shack ahead of you, then zips back out in a hurry: "We've got trouble Pawtner!" He cries, as the door bursts open revealing a pair of ugly looking: things... They're not catlike, exactly, kind of like the mythical chetahs, or lynx, too big for a cat, and not shaped right either: their arms too long and their whole bodies layered with taut muscles: and instead of proper fur, they are covered with sharply barbed quills. The weirdest thing is their heads, which look like those of some sort of giant rodent.

"Excuse me, good Sirs, do y-" you manage before, with a roar that kicks up grit from the dry sand, one of them rushes you!

"Get out of the way, duck and roll!" Spiry shouts, which you do, almost by instinct, and just in time!

The Quill-Brute's lunge goes wide, and you are back on your feet in moments...!

"They can't be reasoned with Pawtner! They're monsters tainted by Black Magic: your only options are fight or flight!" Spiry yells at you, as the sprawled Quill-Brute gets up from the furrow it plowed in the sand and zeroes in on you again...