Not an answer was given and the small beings about him did nothing to aid the chief in his quest for rocks. There was laughter as if this was not important, as if his quest for rocks was not indeed the best. Slowly….painfully slow…the giant of a creature pushed back up to his feet. The ground groaned and quake in protest to this weight and bulk though there was little heed given. Instead, the mighty club at his side was lifted to his shoulder. Eyes glanced around at the crowd, only to stop on the young Goron that had run toward the pathetic Zora.<br/><br/>“Wh..at…you….do…here?” words slow to start but the more he spoken the faster they would become. Emotion surging through him and giving the energy needed for a normal speed conversation. Heavy slow strides carried him toward the pair, each step giving the ground a tremble that only ceased once he was stop beside the Zora and Goron child. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” he bellowed. “NOT SAFE. MUST RETURN TO MOUNTAIN!” The danger of this world, the lack of rocks, and this child would die without the care of his tribe.<br/><br/>“YOU TAKE CHILD FROM MOUNTAIN?!” Rage adding power to his voice as the club was brought down with slam beside the Zora. “WHY YOU DO THIS? CHILD NEEDS ROCKS AND MOUNTAIN!”  Returning his gaze to the child, “WHERE IS YOUR MOUNTAIN? WHO IS YOUR TRIBE?” With the rage and concern flowing through him, there was speed in his voice and body more than there had been in the countless days he had been wandering looking for the salvation of his people. Now, he wanted to protect this child, to keep this child safe and return to where it belonged.