Trek was a little surprised by the almost sudden appearance of the Goblin Matron. Sudden appearance to [i]him[/i], anyway, as she'd been there for some time. He walked over to her, curious, but still a little uneasy on his own feet. A few of the other goblins had already started running, but Trek wasn't in any rush to get anywhere. She spoke as he approached.

"... Children, rise. I will be told each of your names, and following this, you will hunt."

Name. What was his name? He had to think on it for a second. A couple others spoke up: Shiba, and Fox.
After each of them spoke, he greeted them excitedly.

"Hello, Shiba!
...
"Hello, Fox!"
...


Then it was his turn.

"M-My.. Nay. Name. Name... My name is... Trek. Trek! I'm Trek. That's my name..."

He liked the way it sounded, and the way it felt to say. Trek. He decided it was a good name to have. Suddenly, though, the rest of the Matron's sentence dawned on him. Hunting... He felt like he was ready, even though he'd literally just been born. It was a part of him. But that would wait until it's time. For the moment, he was more curious about the other goblins.