Unfortunately, an unaccounted scout...

You growled as you looked down at your handiwork only to freeze as you heard a horn directly behind you. On a tree stood another goblin scout who was now blowing on a horn. You were smart enough to figure out she was calling out to her fellow goblin futas. A lone goblin up to a few would be no match for you but from the sounds of the responses, you could tell it was either more than just a few and/or more than just mere goblins. That would be a problem even for you.

You snarled before you picked up the fucked - silly goblin and threw her at the other scout, knocking down the horn blower from her perch and ceasing her calls. With that out of the way, you ran in the opposite direction of the coming horde. You were not going to end up as the breeding **** whore of a potential goblin colony despite the tiny part of your mind tingling with morbid curiosity at being prodded and reamed by numerous pricks rushing to impregnate your ass.

A true werewolf does the impregnating of bitches herself.

Ran on all fours as fast as your legs could carry you, leaping over logs, running under foliage, and scaling small boulders to get away from the area. Goblins weren't fast but you knew any hunter worth their meat could find a way around that. You reached a point where you could alternate your path and method of evasion: a cave going downward you could escape into or the rocky hill going downward ahead of the cave.

The cave was more akin to a hole and seemed rather deep which would be good to hide in but could have threats of its own down there. The rocky hill would make chasing you much harder and you could get farther away but you would be out in the open that way. hmmm...