Greater Whorled Skunk

We continue to follow brave Sri Raji Attenbough and his beleaguered aide, Sanskrit, as they attempt to navigate the complexities of Kittan Jungle.

"What's wrong?"
"These animals... All of the animals, suddenly no longer want to be here. Look!" Indeed quite a few animals were running away from the clearing where our two intreprid explorers had spent the night.
"Now, let us be rational, Sanskrit, what would cause those animals to behave in this manner?"
"Listen..."
Indeed, there was a high-pitched whining coming closer. "Oh, no, it's a skunk!"
"Just a skunk?"
"Not one of your little ones, this is a Maraji, a Greater Skunk!"
"Greater, just how big is this?"
"It's larger than a horse!"
The steps kept coming closer, and Raji Attenbough soon saw how puny the words were, a skunk the size of a two-horse-drawn carriage, was a better description. But strangely, the wind had picked up, and as the creature got closer, the wind started howling in his ears.
"What's this wind Sanskrit?"
"Oh, no, this isn't just a Muraji, this is Muraji-Ali, this is Deuceevee!"
"Muraji-Ali?"
"The greatest, most exemplar of its kind. Murajis are holy to Sylvania, Deuceevee is thought to have been blessed, in person. All Murajis have a small whirling storm around them, but Muraji-Ali, well, we are almost certain to die, the winds will go up to typhon strength, some of the trees will be uprooted, and we will be lucky if we are not thrown against anything still standing with enough force to kill us."
"How does this area not get depopulated?"
"Muraji-Ali only comes to visit for a forthnight, every decade! We are blessed!"
"I'd argue being blessed isn't when you're being smothered to death via a vile smell, pelted with anything not nailed down, and possibly eaten by an omnivore black and white creature of mean disposition..."
"When you put it like that... Look, the entrance to a cave! We should hide!"