what's a ghoul to a goblin?

Sidero had tried her absolute very best to avoid anything to do with the nearby pack, even going so far as to enter this absolutely dreadful forest. It was murky and spooky and even if Sid didn’t already tremble like a leaf every waking moment, she would have begun trembling then. Saying that she was a scardy-cat was an understatement (though for good reason), and walking into this forest was like walking into her worst nightmare. But it was all to avoid her real worst fear: other wolves.

One might think that Sid would flock to join a pack. After all, she was tiny, had trouble walking and because she had trouble walking she had to scavenge, so she was hungry on the best of days and starving on the worst. But the last thing she wanted to do was join the very thing that had caused her these issues in the first place.

The woman padded along, her eyes wide and alert and her ears swiveling to make sure she didn’t miss anything. She could only assume there were plenty of predators around, waiting to catch their next prey so they could survive the impending winter. Sid, though boney, would probably provide a semi-decent meal.

Suddenly, a voice called into the air and the yearling froze, her trembling turning seismic and her tail pinning itself to her belly. Her breathing quickened, wondering if there were more voices where that came from and, therefore, more wolves. No, she couldn’t take it. She needed to get away. She turned in a fluffy, skittering in the opposite direction of the voice but she didn’t see the tree root sticking out underneath the fog that rolled along the ground. She tripped with a yelp, crashing to the ground gracelessly.