A young goblin stood atop a thick branch as he gazed north into the distance. He could make out the outline of the village. He raises his thumb to scope the distance and nods sagely before turning to his hunting companion seated beside him.

"The village is quite far from where we are but I think we can make it if we run fast enough."

His companion only looks downwards and to see a mean looking wolf baring its fangs and staring right back at the two of them. His companion simply shakes his head.

"A wolf like this can easily out run the both of us, Tovo. Don't be foolish."

Tovo nods to affirm the statement and sits beside him before placing his prized stick to his forehead before closing his eyes as if meditating. His companion is about to reprimand him for it but Tovo holds up his free hand and silencing him.

"Don't question the lucky stick. It has saved me times before, it won't fail me now."