Skrik's skills were effective, at least at concealing his presence from his young kin.  The rabbit seemed to detect him, though only enough to be slightly nervous.  Then it died.  The goblin's victory proved that he had potential.  


Skrik stepped out of the shadows, carrying both his javelin and the stout stick that he had found along the way.   It would make a decent club with a little work but was far from being long enough for a spear or javelin.


"Well done." He said softly. "A fine first hunt."


Skrik watched the goblin's reaction carefully for a long moment. .  It wouldn't be unreasonable for the strong to steal from the weak.  That wasn't his intention but the thoughts of the living are frequently inaccurate.  It's better to be prepared for any response.  After a moment of silent consideration, Skrik spoke up again. 


"I have some things that I need to gather and things to make. If you help, you can hunt with me."


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