"I don't know what drove them," the goblin said desperately. "All I know is they attacked at night. Killed five of us before we even knew they were there. We tried to barricade ourselves in our caves, but they're smart, these wolves. They wait outside, attack anyone who tries to leave for food or water. We're trapped."
His eyes filled with tears. "Our elder, he told me to run. To find help. Said he'd heard rumors of a goblin chieftain to the south who protected his people. He sent me to find you, to beg for your help. Please. They're my family. My friends. I can't go back without help, they'll all die."
Satou looked at the goblin's injuries. The desperate hope in his eyes. Then he looked at his companions.
"How many Dire Wolves?" Satou asked.
"I counted at least twenty before I escaped," the goblin replied. "Maybe more. They're working together, like a military unit. I've never seen Dire Wolves act like that."
