Moist dirty and fleshy roots, but no river, no pond to slake their thirst with. What did that mean? Water underground? Recently rained? Hoi's cloth-bag of bones swung back and forth as he continued to make his way through the forest, listening for the dripping of water. But it was too loud. Too noisy. His senses had sharpened, and yet, they sharpened for no useful purpose. He thought. Thought about many things. And then, he stopped.

That was a lot of food. And that lot of food was doing something to a tree. Biting. Gnawing. Licking. So that's how it was done. The horns were dangerous, but the form wasn't. Plump and fluffy, promising the sort of meat that the slimes didn't. And a source of water right there as well. The horns could be used to break roots apart. The meat could be used for food. The meat could be used for food. Meat...

Hoi narrowed his eyes. Slacking wasn't good. Food had to be gotten with his hands before food was to be gotten by his mouth. Crouching behind a bush, his natural slouch making the movement almost natural, the rotund goblin turned to his skinnier colleague, one yellow eye peeking out between the gaps of the leaves and branches. Don't think too long. Talk now.

[b]"Emri small. Sneak to other side. Scare them to me. I kick one, maybe kick other. Help with kill after scaring. If lucky, one. If luckier, two." [/b]The goblin paused. It was going to hurt again, but food was still food, and they could drink drink after. [b]"Make our own luck."[/b]
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