Under the dense canopy of the Wilkwoods, the constant pitter-patter of tiny hooves on the ground vegetation are the tell tale signs of the presence of a group of Brattus. When one first looks upon the creature, it would not be surprising to find them incredibly cute, but behind those googly eyes hides one of the most ferocious carnivores in Ethia. The Brattus will generally hunt in packs, chasing down prey that are often many times bigger than themselves.
A newborn Brattus is born with a sizable horn compared to its body, this makes it difficult for their young legs to support and move with much stability. This fosters a need for older Brattus to be caring and protective of their younger brethren, which would explain their extremely defensive nature when it comes to any threats towards the pack. The single horn in front of the Brattus’s face constantly grows throughout its life, there have been eyewitness accounts of a Brattorg with a horn twice the size of its body, but no such specimen has ever been found.
It is speculated that the Brattus were once omnivores or even herbivores, but were pushed into the circumstance where it has to consume the flesh. When venturing deep into the Wilkwoods, it is advised that one refrains from cooking meat, due not only to how its smell attracts the Brattus but also how it sends them into a frenzy.
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