what's a goon to a goblin

He couldn’t help but smile at the boy’s ignorance. He was sure he would be singing a much different tune if he was the one that would be thrown into the hell mouth. He decided it would be best to change the subject, at least to keep the boy talking as they walked to keep him calm. Not that he was in any way frightened, on the contrary he never lost his exuberant confidence, not even when the path became more weather beaten and worn.

“What’s it like where you live?” He asked then lifted his head to sniff the air. He could smell other wolves to the west, and their scent matched the boy’s. He nearly lost his footing on a twisting root in his path but recovered quickly. “I think I heard something just now, over there.” He said and gestured to his left hoping the boy would catch his family’s scent on the wind and be able to follow it back to his pack.

speaking Thinking   You