There is something feral about Ur'nagi even by goblin standards. She lives, eats and sleeps with her wolf. She talks, when she talks, in low growls and snarls. She dresses in the furs of the animals she has killed, and paints her face with mud taken from the nearby streams. She looks more animal than goblin. She smells more animal than goblin. She likes to fight up close, working with her wolf to bring her opponents to the ground and ruthlessly exploiting the advantage.
As a female, Ur'nagi is not permitted to ride with the wolf pack. She is not permitted to call herself a wolf rider. She is not even permitted to call herself a warrior. Once she raged against it. Now she says nothing. But when the wolf pack ride out, she rides also, but always careful to stay out of range of the stones they throw at her. She hunts on the fringes of the battle and fights alone, but always seeking to work inwards towards the greatest prizes. Twice she has nearly stolen the leader kill from the wolf pack.
Had she been of lesser blood, perhaps she would have been cut down by now. But as the get of Mogur, she has escaped this fate. Perhaps she amuses Mogur. Perhaps she is bait for his rivals. Ur'nagi doesn't care. It has served to help keep her alive so far, although it has also summoned the green-eyed monster in many of the tribe. In a few more years Ur'nagi hopes to be powerful enough to need no-one's protection. And in a few more, she wants to be the one deciding who is favoured and who isn't.