'Oh, Bok, could you kill this wolf without using your favorite weapon?' 

Whatever, Tovo. Bok watched resentfully as he paraded his catch around down and all the annoying children asked to touch the stupid wolf. Bok could probably catch a wolf, if he wanted too. How hard could it be? If Tovo and that friend of his Bok forgot the name of could catch a wolf, then so could Bok. Well, he didn't want too right now and he needed to train if he was going to prove himself in the big fight that was going to happen soon.

He wandered off to look for something to do and he saw Taurl, who Bok knew was going to be leading the raid, and some other goblin he didn't know the name off. 

Bok propped his elbow against his club, Basher, and examined his nails while whistling an extremely casual tune in order to catch Taurl's attention. For what, exactly, Bok didn't know but he wanted to impress as many people before and during the fight as possible if his reputation was going to go up.