Cave Axl
Day 3
Salem crept through the underbrush following the lead of Din and Jett, watching the fidgetty excitement of the first goblin. He listened to the surroundings, hearing faint cries of wildlife in the distance.
At the sound of a high-pitch whisper like hiss of stop, the entire party turned and looked at the quiet little goblin Fhul. Her eyes wide, she cocked her head repeatedly to the side. Five pairs of eyes followed her motions. Crabs lay in the sunlight resting their bellies on morning breakfast. Now they in turn would be breakfast.
Sen waved his hands for the group to clutter around him. Drawing in the dirt, he told the group to circle around their prey. Rocks, too. Smart, but rocks probably wouldn't be enough. Eight legs are more than two.
As the group started to spread out, Salem motioned for Fhul to follow. He picked up a couple of broken branches and tried to stab forward with them. Weak things that would not so much damage, but enough to funnel the crabs together. Handing a stick to Fhul, he spoke:
"Push crabs to Din. We group many then." Walking away, he turned back, "Good job seeing. We eat good this morning." Now they would only wait for Sen's signal.
Edited by Socrates, 10 March 2015 - 02:36 AM.