Footsteps chaotically pummeled through the forest as many goblins ran towards a small encampment that lay in the center of goblins all coated in fur and skulls one or two carrying wooden staffs. Some stood on guard others sat around waiting for an order. Sharx sat beside them covered in black fur with a medallion his father had given him for protection. He devoured a piece of raw meat with his knife and shared it with his wolves as he licked his fingers of the dry blood.
“Anotha wave failed!” a goblin scout rushed towards them to report. From his face he looked exhausted but Sharx despite batting him an eye did not care to respond.
The wolves around him bickered their complaints as they greedly growled at each other for the last bit of food.
The goblin unsure about the silent treatment
