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Breden overheard Vox's offer of a home for Twig and his wolf companion.

"[i]In[/i] the village? I-I can't speak for the chief, but- never mind. It should be okay. While I can't say the rest of the tribe will be thrilled to know that there's a wolf living in our village, I'm sure they'll get used to Greslarch once they see he isn't going to hurt anyone here." They left Koglan's forge and started towards Vox's place. It was barely within the wooden palisade wall which protected their settlement, in an area separated from most of the other huts by about 50 meters. By goblin standards, that was quite a bit of space.

"Will Greslarch be able to feed himself? Letting him stay with us is one thing, but there's no way the chief will let him eat from our food supplies." He asked Twig as gently as he could, knowing that a food shortage this winter was very possible. Being a wolf, Greslarch could probably smell the meat stored away in the granary, a scent which would certainly prove to be tempting if he was hungry, overwhelming if he was starving. Goblins had no qualms about eating wolves if they had to, so that was also a possibility if the food situation were to become desperate. He tried not to think about it too much.