Gunka felt himself stop as a sudden hard object collided with his head, stopping him cold. In an instant he drew his hands up to his throbbing head, groaning with this new headache that sprang into his head, sending sharp pulses of pain. He then noticed that the voices of his fellow goblins had stopped, and were now replaced by a goblin who seemed to master speech, and when he heard her he was somehow able to understand everything she said despite his reeling head. A name, a hunt... food. If he just left, would he get hit again? Maybe it'd be best to talk. 

With both his hands, he spun around on his belly, reaching out and grabbing the stick that lay near-by, and sticking it into the ground he was able to miraculously lift his heavy body off of the ground. He expelled air through his throat and could feel the vibrations travel through his neck as he began to speak. "Guuuhhhh... I am Gun..ka. I want food... Let us hunt!" he said, pushing one fist into the air halfheartedly before using his new-found stick to hobble to the exit. This new stick of his was thin, but it enabled him to hold his own weight off of the ground. He'd get used to it in no time, he was sure. And soon he would be able to eat things with this stick. He didn't know what he would eat, but all he knew was that he was going to eat.