Tamarin started to follow the goblin out of the cave, but stopped in bewilderment as the goblin quickly ran back in, looking scared and having... Something on his face. Something that looked like water, coming from the goblin's eyes. Tamarin's eyes widened in curiosity as he ooh'd and aahh'd, coming closer to examine the water and completely forgetting about the hunt. Why was it on his face? Could he drink it? It took Tamarin a while to realize the goblin was crying. Yes, that was the word. But why? He remembered the hunt. They had to hunt! Why were they sitting in the corner of the cave, not hunting?

"We must go get food!" Tamarin told the other goblin sternly, turning around and running out of the cave with his two stones in hand. He didn't look back to see if the goblin was following him. He didn't want to lose focus of the hunt, glorious visions filling his mind of his return with a big horned rabbit in his hand. His feet navigated the dense undergrowth of the forest with instinctive ease as his went deeper into the vegetation.