The cave toads

The cave toad tracker was easily able to scan the ground at his feet with one eye and the surroundings with the other. He saw footprints in the grit- heavy boots moving fast. There were spots of smeared blood too, stirred into the ground by a smaller, slender foot. No sign of a body, but that could just as easily be sinking to the bottom of the subterranean lagoon below.

The call had been clear- fresh females! Every toad for miles would have heard it, and gotten stiff just thinking of the prospect of new, fertile wombs to pump full of toad cum. Even his disciplined cock, potent with cave toad pheromones, swelled at the thought. They couldn't have gone far...

The darkness was little concern to the toad ranger. Toads could easily see sixty meters in darkness like this. Even without that, the heat generated by surface creatures like humans and elves always glowed in their sight. Smell, though acute, wouldn't do. The air was flowing out of the cool cave and up to the warm surface. The invaders would be downwind, that is, if he couldn't smell them. He couldn't.

His bulbous black eye shined in the direction of a forest of stalactites leading up to the cave wall. There. It had taken about ten seconds to deduce their position, and the full story of what happened on this spot just a few moments ago. He could even sense some heat traces, perhaps behind some of the rocks, slick with cool groundwater. He leveled his spear at the formation and croaked the order to his fellows. Overcome with lust, they charged on his word alone.

The tracker let all six go before him. If the invaders were deadly, as he suspected they were, the fools would bear the brunt. He would wait until his quarry presented him with a target.