He kept from his cave and bolted through the woods, the crunching of fallen tree limbs beneath his feet like that of a Calvary marching into battle. His worn and ragged sanders fell from his feet as he ran, after only a slight wince of pain his calloused feet quickly adjusted to the feeling. "That scream sounded human," he thought, "or at least an elf or another goblin perhap," as he ran he heard a howling and saw wolves snarling at a body lying on the ground. "NO THEY CAN'T KILL HER!" He screamed as he charged towards the wolves, not out of care for the girl, but the fact she was the first rational being he had seen in years. He got near the wolves and arched his back to howl at them. At first just the pack leader looked away from the tasty morsel of flesh in front of them, but then the rest followed suit and saw the goblin sitting there, not looking like them by any means, but somehow feeling like one of them. When the whole pack had focused their attention on him he leapt at the pack leader and ripped at the nape of his neck. As the sheer black wolf was stained crimson with his own blood the rest of the pack looked at this horrifying beast that had just murdered their leader. He snarled at them with his bloodstained teeth and they began to whimper and turned and ran. The goblin picked up the girl and cradled her in his arms. She was young, probably about the same age as him. She was definitely hurt, but alive. He smiled at the beautiful girl and carried her back to his cave, happy to finally have a friend.