Being alone felt somewhat natural to Gredy for reasons he didn't quite understand. His tribe had abandoned him, deciding to save their own hides when that pack of wolves had ambushed them and left him for dead without the slightest hesitation; It was only the speed of which he had been able to scale a nearby tree and thus get out of range of fang and claw that prevented him from having a painful, bloody end.
Unfortunately, by the time the wolves had left and he had felt safe enough to climb down again to make a run for it, Gredy had found himself lost. He couldn't remember the way back to the cave where his tribe had called home. So he did the only thing he could do under the circumstances; He wandered. He sort out shelter where he could, risked himself for merger amounts of food that offered only minor relief from the hunger pains...
Almost as thin as a bone, he spied what appeared to be a cave. The promise of shelter for the upcoming night appealed to him, but has he neared he heard... voices. Goblin voices! But... this wasn't the cave that his tribe lingered in. While it was with caution that he made his final approach, desperation and a need to have someone
to talk to after so long drove him to cross the threshold of the cave and waiting for his eyes to adjust. "H-Hello?" @Jangel13