The goblins cheered and howled to express their sense of achievement. Even Gurs, bruised as his ego may be, was taking part in the celebration. They approached the beast with wonder and awe as Breden talked. Griz had approached the fallen beast to confirm if Breden's decisive blow had done its job properly, but this beast was more tenacious than most of its kind. In one final act of defiance, it lurched forward to take a swing against the approaching group. 

Griz's eyes widened in shock. As the claw careened towards an unaware Gurs.

Risking his own life and limbs, Griz lunged toward the younger warrior and managed to knock the goblin down; just as the claw was just about to meet flesh. Griz, however, was not as lucky. In the process of saving the younger goblin, he had gained a fresh set of shallow cuts on his shoulder blade, his warm blood beginning to drip down his back...but it was far better than the alternative of Gurs dying or getting his arm ripped clean off. 

Gurs laid prone on the ground but looked up to his savior. [b]"Y-you saved me...but why?"[/b] Gurs said in confusion. Not only was he acting arrogant and overtly rude to him and his friends, but he also was a liability to the group during the fight. Only becoming helpful when he was brought back to his senses by Griz. By all means, he would have let a goblin like him die if he were in Griz's place. Which begs the question nagging his mind: 'Why did he risk his life to save my own?'

[color=khaki]"It's my job."[/color] Griz answered simply. Turning to face the rest of the patrol group, he speaks once again. [color=khaki]"It may be a little early for us to end our patrol. But I suppose it is justified considering we just fought a monstrosity four times our size. So I propose that we haul the owlbear corpse back and divide it among us there. Agreed?"[/color] They may not have found any traces of the Blue Feet Tribe but they at least had managed to snag the haul of the entire season. Not only would it raise the tribe's morale and supplies, but it would also almost surely make the ancestors proud. What more if the Shaman offers up the skull to them?

Today may have ended their patrol early by force of nature, but perhaps the next patrol the Chief would send them would be more fruitful in regard to gathering intel against their foe?