Rip away the XVth door that concealed the Fork-Tusk Mammoth.

The black ice-fields of Kergus shudder with their weight. Daggers of ice fall from their thick fur with every step. Long steaks of raked frozen earth are left in their wake as their forked tusks scrape for meagre roots. Though not hostile, they are wary of hunters and protect each other. Hunted to near extinction their herds are no larger than d4.