[center][u][b][color=39b54a][h1]Tik[/h1][/color][/b][/u][/center]
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Three days since he first awoke with a start to receive his name from that worn face.  Three days of wondering why he felt that he had been interrupted in something important, that he had left something important behind.  Three days of discomfort and powerful instincts.  But, those days passed swiftly.

It was dark in the cave where the elder goblin slept.  But, Tik had watched and waited long enough.  He had slipped into the dark and crept into the hidden room while his new siblings were getting their bearings.  Here, in the company of the only adult example he had, Tik had found a place to think.

It was hard to think.  He was hungry.  The bones left by the elder goblin were not something that he could really eat but he did gnaw on a small one, getting a better feel for his teeth and tongue as he studied the body and possessions of the elder.  He wasn't going to take anything from the elder.  Too dangerous, but the discarded bones were another matter.  Some of them were broken and had sharp ends.  He grasped two of them, one in each hand, and felt their heft and edges.

Then another goblin ran in like a rookie and bounced off the elder's backside... Memories shifted and wriggled uncomfortably in Tik's head.  Their blurry crossed meanings were an unnecessary distraction.  [i]Rookie?[/i]  The word didn't have definition or clarity in his mind but it felt... young and stupid... sort of.

Tik wasn't spotted by his sibling right away as most of his body was on the other side of the elder.  But, he scraped the two bones in his hands against each other while seeking to make eye contact with his sibling.  Once he got the other's attention, he pointed with one bone back down the way toward the main chamber.  Here was a bad place to talk.  Elder was big and waking up made things grumpy.

Tik picked up a few other bones that looked sharp and long enough to use for something but didn't spot any bones big and strong enough to hit hard.  Maybe the elder had already used them?  Still, it didn't matter.  He was ready to follow his sibling out and take care of the gnawing hunger in his gut.  Chewing on that bone had only helped a little.  Most of it was still too hard to break down and eat.