Synopsis

Old Man Hemlock's pronouncements always carried a certain unsettling weight, but this one… this one chilled Barnaby to the bone. "He is not what he seems," Hemlock had rasped, his eyes like chips of obsidian. "Beware the werehog." Barnaby had dismissed it as another of Hemlock’s eccentricities, until the words clung to him, a persistent shadow. He found himself watching Pumbaa with a newfound wariness, noticing the subtle shifts in his posture, the way his ears twitched, the almost predatory