(P) Call out to the stranger

Holly's first trek through these woods had been fascinating, even if the lack of fruit was frustrating. She made many discoveries of things she had only read of in books before. Though her biggest discoveries were not in the woods themselves, but in more invisible sensations. The first discovery was the realization that the fluttering and bubbling sensations she originally thought was just gas was in fact the feeling of her child moving inside of her! She knew she should be upset or frightened by the unplanned pregnancy, but all she could feel was excitement as the movements drove home the fact that there was finally a child growing within her! Though there was *allot* of fluttering going on in her womb. Could one child really be that active? How many kits were growing inside of her!?

Holly's second discovery was thanks to her to her more illicit studies. She had always been fascinated with magic and how it worked and would do whatever she could to get a hold of anything on the subject. She was born into too low a family to be allowed to officially be taught, or use, magic in the warren, but the restrictions on reading about magic were more lax, and well they couldn't know about her own experimentation in the privacy of her burrow so long as she didn't draw in too much mana at once. Trying to cast a full spell would risk being detected, but she could at least learn to sense and study the ambient mana flowing around here. It was thanks to this practiced sense that she knew that this forest was infested with the mana! She had never sensed so much magical energy in one place before, she didn't think civilized places were suppose to have that much ambient mana! She worried that might mean the presence of more magical, and dangerous, creatures in these woods. Still that much ambient mana just waiting to be drawn in made her realize that when she left the warrens she had escaped not only the restrictions on breeding but also the ones on practicing magic. Could she possible remember enough from what she read to figure out how to properly cast a spell? The idea was tantalizing, but sadly that would have to wait until she had secured supplies and a safe location to practice.

This newly discovered stream offered the potential for the needed supplies, but she worried about the goblin beside it. Weapons were restricted to all but the soldiers and elites in the warren, the sort of people who had enough clout and power to be able to freely threaten, bully, or push around a low ranking kin such as herself. Since she was a kit she had known to avoid anyone important enough to carry a weapon, don't get in their way, don't draw their attention, don't risk their ire. Her instincts screamed at her to avoid anyone armed, even as her mind insisted that she needed to speak to this goblin and find out where she was.

So she settled on a compromise, hanging back and watching the goblin unnoticed to determine if she was a threat. That was simple good tactical planning, and not at all due to Holly enjoying staring at that alien pussy that the goblin kept unwittingly flashing her way! Most of kin in the warrens would have found any kind of skin devoid of fur to be disgusting, in fact they tended to consider even the other furred races to be unattractive; but for Holly the other races were an exotic temptation. For the last year or two as she planned her escape from the warren and it's sexual restrictions she'd dreamed of what it would be like to have proper unprotected sex for the first time in her young life, and those fantasies had inevitable included a menagerie of different races and sexes. She couldn't help but picture this goblin being the one to finally take that virginity from her. It didn't help that her growing pregnancy seemed to be making her extra horny. For what felt like the millionth time since she woke up this morning she had to drag her curious, and horny, mind away from the distractions of her new situation so she could focus on the immediate necessities of survival.

Other then the dangerous temptation of that pussy Holly failed to find anything malicious about the goblins behaviors as she watched. While her own woodland experience was limited to books it seemed this goblin was comfortable and presumably capable within these woods. Her snares looked well maintained and the rough fur clothing looked as if it may well have been made by the goblin herself. In fact now that Holly thought of it from her reading she knew a spear was a standard weapon for hunting boar and other dangerous animals and could even be used for fishing. Perhaps the spear was not intended as a weapon of war or a symbol of her abusable power, but instead mealy as a practical tool for a woodskin to carry? It helped that the goblin was small. Holly had always been one of the smallest kin in the warren and was aware that her kind were already considered one of the shorter race. She always feared her first encounter with another race would be some looming high elf that made her feel like a kit by comparison. To instead meet someone close to her stature, smaller in fact, was oddly comforting. Maybe this goblin could offer her some of the basic survival gear she was currently missing, though holly had nothing to trade for such gear except the skin on her back and a few fertility herbs she had foolishly brought along due to her aforementioned fantasies of finally breeding the wild races of the world. Well if nothing else at least the goblin may be able to tell her where she was.

Digging up her resolve Holly approached the goblin cautiously. "Hello!" she called "could you help me figure out where I am?"