[b][center][color=9e0039][h3]R E S H Y[/h3][/color][/center][/b]
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Oh god Reshy felt alive! His lips were blistered as was his leg but that didn’t matter, he was buzzing! Not sated but having enjoyed the meal he attempts to track where the creature came from. He had its scent and it would obviously leave some sort of trail or path where it traveled.  Reshy didn’t let his excitement completely override his limited sense though. It had snuck up on him, and for that Reshy could have died. 

As he travelled following what he could best guess was the slimes path, be it from passage, signs or smell, Reshy gathered any supplies thar looked useful.
He moved slowly and cautiously through the forest, quietly with all his [b]stealth[/b], often pausing to listen and smell the air. He attuned his senses to his surroundings not wanting to miss a thing.

His mind was a buzz from the adrenaline, the victory and the stimulating effect of the slime. As well as his alerted state it kickstarted his thinker. 

[i]‘Defence.’[/i]

Using his simplistic view on [b]crafting[/b] and the few supplies available to him, Reshy tightly bound to his left forearm a bundle of the strongest straightest sticks he could find. Interwoven and reinforced with more vine. If something bit at him it would hopefully give it a mouthful of something that wasn’t his flesh, even if only once. Even by his standards he knew this was poor, but it would have to do for now.

[i]’Offence’[/i]

He would prefer not to get that close though. So, removing most of his loincloth he fashioned the material into a simple sling. Until needing it he would use it to hold the rocks and pebbles he felt best suited to the task. Occasionally firing one off in practice when he found a new one to replace it. Yup, distance would be his thing.

Reshy kept looking to the trees, maybe it was the sky he wanted to be in but they were the closest link between. There was an occasion or two when he was sure that he was safe that he tried to climb again, he wasn’t going to let this go. But he was not there yet. 

His grumbling stomach put him back to the task at hand. If he could not get above his prey maybe he could put them below him. 
Either when he thought he was coming close to a target or simply found a good clearing, Reshy enacted yet again another (what he considered) masterful piece of goblin ingenuity. He was going to [b]craft[/b] a trap. 

Digging a hole in the center of the clearing maybe only two foot square, he put some upward facing pointy sticks in the base before carefully covering over the top with leaves, grass and twigs. Finally he made a ball of odd bits and chewed on it, gathering as much of his [b]sweet scented[/b] breath and saliva as he could before placing it very gently in the middle of his trap. 

As he went and hid behind a nearby tree to wait silently with a stick and his sling, he thought of how much bigger and better this trap could be with the aid of his brethren. Suddenly Reshy felt so very alone...
He decided that what ever he defeated next, if he defeated anything, he would take back something to share.