As Chrrou turns back toward the party, his double-take at seeing yet another worg plunge for the interior of Rihyan's gut checks his motion for a moment. Does the centaur's body<span style="font-style: italic">always</span>take so much to keep him going? He would go and ask, but Mero's speech in common stays him, the oversized lion turning in place to regard the worg-rider again.<br/><br/>The empty death-threat makes the feline snarl, muscles tensing as he bares his fangs and crouches in tensely-returned threat; having been conserving what he regards as the best of his power just in case the party faces more dire danger before their next rest (like the frost worm's ambush after their prior combat; it's a failure the druid won't forget anytime soon), Chrrou's tempted to issue a more violently harmful rebuke to the goblin 'leader', but bluster is only bluster, however annoying.<br/><br/>Chrrou is surprised, though, by the apparent consciousness of the goblin that still lies at his feet. Growling, he unsheathes his claws...<br/><br/>...and hooks them into the back of the goblin's armor, roughly hauling the smaller demihuman to his feet. He barely waits until Akkun can regain some semblance of footing before giving him a restrained shove forward to start him on his stumbling way toward Mero, whether the goblin stays on his feet or falls back down again; regardless, Chrrou sits on his haunches, tail lashing behind him as he eyes the ersatz commander with an air of impatience.<br/><br/>{{Seeing as it seems like there's indeed no objection to the lifting of the "no speech" stricture, for the sake of consistency with his previous silence I'll just assume that for Chrrou it's something he gains a grasp of with this level? Whether that makes him a late bloomer or not, as druids go. :3}}