Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers
Only then, by the faint light that was barely visible, did she finally see what had attacked her.
It was a black-furred beast the size of a small calf, shaped like a wild boar but bearing two pairs of outward-curving, razor-sharp tusks. Cloudy, foul-smelling saliva dripped continuously from the corners of its mouth, while its beastly eyes glowed with an eerie green light in the darkness, locking firmly onto her, the intruder into its territory. A low, vicious rumble rolled from its throat, its limbs taut with muscle, clearly preparing for another lethal pounce.