An Assassin in Our Midst

Apologies for the delayed update, loyal Tuskers, but I have recently been poisoned by an as of yet unidentified party. Yesterday, I had to fight off asphyxiation by sheer force of will. I have used ancient Tusker sleeping techniques to get myself standing again, but my state is still tenuous.

But, I know one thing for certain: this attack was not commited by the Fanged Hobo, as one may be quick to assume. No, poison is far to subtle for his type. Instead, I propose a third party has entered into our war. One malicious to both sides, as evidenced by the mysterious sandwich left in Hobo's lair.

If anyone has any leads on who would do such things, please inform me.

This is your enemy:

There are some important points of interest in this disgusting visual record:

-The fanged one seems to be adjusting his glasses to better glimpse the spy that snatched this photo. An indication of poor eyesight; we shall take advantage of this and attack using new methods (to be described below).

-Above the Fanger's head seem to be poorly thought out, disjointed battle strategies. Any attacks ought to be easily thwarted.

-What is this on the table in the background? The Fanger has been dealing in illicit businesses to raise funds? Despicable! How dishonourable the fanged ones are!

-Lastly, we can see the evil Fluff-Monger, asleep in the abode of our enemy. This is proof she is not one to be trusted, and must be destroyed given any encounter with her.

Now, how shall we defeat them? They'll be expecting an attack under the cover of darkness, so I must do them one better...

We attack with ultraviolet dogs. They'll never see them coming.