Wog — Laurence Knighton

Young woglets never heard about great, great, great grandpa Hog Wog before. He was a pioneer of sorts, the first to set down roots in the haggard canyons of Waterloom. Little did he know that at certain times of the year giants traipse from the other side of the Outer Plains to cool their tired feet in the Reach River.

Their loud partying was tolerable the first year, and the second,
but come the third season, Hog Wog felt it necessary to teach the giants a lesson.