Bestialy primal. The starting state of all apex predators.
Resounding from the behest of the deepest recess of the cave, a bonechilling snarl echoed out. Not a goblin here could move do to the insane pressure. Each and every goblin felt that if they moved a single muscle, a penetrating glare where descend upon them.
Within the small interior cave, Mr. Goblin crouched earily onto all four of his limbs. As a few goblins with sharper sight than the common rabble could tell, an endless lust permeated his hungry eyes. His gaze, was locked upon the small necklace in the stick weilding goblins hand.