At the southern edge of the Sorgül, where the mountains descend toward the Breidleheis basin, lies Swinehead Forest—a dense, ancient woodland named for the enormous boars that roam beneath its canopy.
The boars of Swinehead are massive—the smallest are pony-sized, the largest rival oxen. They are aggressive, territorial, and extraordinarily dangerous. For the Güli giants, they are sacred prey.
A young giant's first solo boar kill marks their passage to adulthood. The hunt is undertaken alone, with traditional weapons only—no magic, no assistance, no retreat. Success earns the tusks, which are carved into ritual objects worn for life. Failure means death or shame that never fades.
Lowlanders occasionally poach in Swinehead. The giants usually ignore this—humans hunting pigs is beneath notice. But anyone who kills a giant's marked prey, or worse, a breeding sow protected by clan law, faces summary execution. No trial, no appeal. Just a giant's boot.