Hunters

Their eyes mistified, their blood boiled, ready to fight. The freezing cold weather didn't phase these warriors as they watched the stomping, earth shaking beast marching in the distance. It was big, red, and had a loincloth as the only protection on it.

"That thing is crazy to come all the way through this terrible weather wearing only a piece of cloth," one of the men commented.

"It may seem unbelievable, but I have a hunch on who exactly this is," said another voice.

The leader of this group wore a heavy grey fur coat that blanketed his body. His eyes pierced through the fierce weather, unfazed by the swirls and gusts of snow flying into his hood. "Nonetheless, the High Priest gave our assurances for us not to engage the beast but merely observe. Besides, they'll be keeping observations and they will deal with it should the creature attack. And with that thing wearing nothing but a loincloth at his waist, it'd never reach the south since its too far from civilization."

He turned away from the situation and walked around. Then he said, "Let us return back to the fort and await any updates. No one is allowed to go back to the capital until the situation has been dealt with. Is that understood?"

"Да,  your majesty," the men replied.

The squadron accompanied the king to an ice coated fortress that was the crossroads between the north and the south.

In the blistery snowstorm, there were stalkers, stealthly observing the earth pounding movements of the giant creature as it trundled through the freezing weather. These people were almost animalistic in their movements, concealed by the snow and low visibility. They were like wolves, waiting patiently for the opening to strike. But they were forced to maintain strict reconnaisance in order to anticipate an attack of some sorts. The giant was still moving through this storm, impressing even the rudimentary instincts of the strange people. The people made growling, provocative low noises without attracting the attention of a potentially deadly advesary.