Shear is A Glutton

Trouncing through the jungle were a group of monsters that looked like pigs with human bodies. 

They were clearly unprepared for this sudden downpour, as evidenced by the somewhat irritated snorts they were releasing. 

The meat they were carrying was already soaked from the rain, making this hunt seem like a total waste of time and effort. 

Snap!

Suddenly, the group of six paused when they heard the distinctive sound of a tree branch being broken. 

Looking around for the source, they found nothing at all. 

Only the drizzling sound of rain bouncing off the thick green leaves overhead, and falling to the ground below. 

Thunk. 

"Hru?"

The group of orcs heard another strange sound and broke their necks looking for the source. 

This time they found something but it didn't really make sense. 

It was a sole pack like the one their tribesmen carry, dropped onto the watery ground with no sign of its owner.