When the dawn light first shines through the cloud cover, Maelicent slowly begins to stir from beneath his shelter. Rising next to the toppled mallorn tree, his vanquished foe, the goblin looks about while adjusting his coat, armor and weapons. Even though he'd slept on the cold ground in the midsts of a fire-ravaged clearing he still felt better then he had a few short hours earlier. Taking deep breaths still strained his sore ribs, but at least his headache had quieted down to a manageable throb.
Picking up his cluster of sling-missiles, the Gudwulf warrior tucks their tattered tails into his belt before arming himself with his bow. In his off hand the goblin readies one of the incendiary arrows he'd prepared the previous evening along with one of the stolen mongrel-gnomes' fire-wands. Slowly and stealthily, Maelicent backtracks to the site of the horned-rabbit attack to spy whether the skeletal rats had vacated the area or not. Seeing that they had, the goblin moves forward to truss-up the least savaged carcass and sling it across his small frame. Being nearly as big a he is, it proves to be quite a burden but Maelicent had been through a great deal already and was loathe to return to the crag without what he'd originally set out to acquire. Before heading back towards the crag, the goblin stops to examine the over-sized rat's skull and decides to take it with him as a curiosity.
Moving cautiously through the forest, the Gudwulf warrior remains suspicious of the unmoving trees around him. Apparently they'd learned their lesson as they displayed no inclination to meddle in the goblin's progress or to initiate another confrontation with him. Beneath his horned helmet, Maelicent allows a grim smile to spread across his face; once more he'd proven that he was the master of his forest.
Collecting deadfall wood along the way, Maelicent finally arrives at the base of the crag. The rope he'd used to repel down had remained suspended where he'd left it the night before. Unloading his cargo onto the ground, the goblin first ties the trussed up carcass and bundle of firewood to the end of the rope before starting the climb up. Clambering up onto the ledge, the cautious goblin notices a pile of water-soaked vomit and moves quietly to ready his bow and nock a black-fletched arrow to its string before peaking through the entrance.