He paused in his attempt to leave the cave to look over his shoulder at one of the many goblins. [color=ed1c24][i]‘Was that directed at me?’[/i][/color] Impossible to tell given it seemed everyone was testing how their mouths worked, something he personally found baffling. Perhaps if he had simply continued without pause he might not have witnessed what came next. While Garou might have not known a lot, the knowledge in his brain was enough to point a few of the other goblins as… odd. A brief glance was all he spared the two before he came to the conclusion that looking the other way was simply best for him. 

Pretty hard given that the rolling one seemed to have rolled on right past him, only to be brought to a halt by the Matron’s thrown stick. His attention followed the projectile until it smacked into the other goblin after which, naturally, his eyes drifted to the thrower. An elder by her appearance, her words seemed to be a trigger as his body felt electrified at the thought of a hunt; as necessary a part to survive as sleep or water was. He rolled his jaws around a few times before Garou spoke the name that came to mind first, and one that he instinctively understood was his. [color=ed1c24]“Garou…” [/color]There was a brief pause before he muttered, [color=ed1c24]“That’s my name,”[/color] as if reaffirming it for himself once more. 

With that done he quickly moved towards the cave’s entrance and the bright world beyond it, the urge to see more driving him even more than the urge to hunt. His hands clenched at the thought of the ‘hunt’, an instinctive understanding coupled with the urge, but he’d need to know what there was to even hunt first around here. The ‘hunt’ was not some blind forage into one’s surroundings, but something that was planned.