The Cheif thought for a second. "No they fight to the death. Go see Gull he will know what might be best for them. He is having a hard time trying to breed the worgen properly. You can find him in the shamans main hut its taller then the rest." He walked out with you then parted ways to address some of the failing of the heavy fighters.

Climbing the walkway to the top let you see munch of the tribes workings. The area around it was becoming barren and militarized. There were pit traps, spiked fortifications, and no walls. There was a large tar pit the goblins were filling. Large fires were burning to keep the wild away. More then a few acres of forest were now gone. The goblins continued to cut more. Small raised platforms were raised to hold a trio of archers. They were the outlooks for the rest of the tribe. Most humanoids would never make a stand on a prairie but with the fortifications to stop any heavy cavalry the the false ground hiding tunnels would force foot men to fight their way through goblin infested tunnels in a never ending labyrinth.   

The shamans hut was covered in vines and runes. Two guards stood watch tied to the structure to keep from being thrown of by an assailant. They loked at you and let you pass without delay. Inside the shaman was throwing herbs and small creatures in a large black cauldron. He looks up at you the green glow from his eyes fade. "What can I do for the one who has brought me favor from the chief? Ah. I see. I have just the thing. But I can't spare anything. You will use your pet and her webs to gather them like moths. Go now and let me know when you return. Oh? something else? Well yes the new worgen are not as sharp. The chief ordered it so. I will make two cleaver ones for you just be wary they don't try to take your place. They will be taught by you and intern will teach the rest." A hand rose from the bubbling liquid only to be hit with a metal rod from the shaman. "Now if you excuse me I have munch to prepare before you come back with the Gnolls."