Gnorg stepped from the forest trail, his huge footstep falling with an uncaring thud upon the ground. His hyena-esque face was distorted even more by the grimace and scowl that twisted his snout upward andhis brows downward.<br/><br/>His presence was made known both by the thunding foot steps taht he did not bother to try and quieten, but also by the foul stench of left over blood from his last conquest. His surly mood was due to the arrow that still protruded from his hindquarters, that he has been thus far, unable to remove.<br/><br/>The night air was quiet as dusk turn to night proper, the gloom of the twilight enhancing the forest shadows that spread throughout the land. Suddenly Gnorg sniffs, lifting his snout high into the air..he smelled something...something funny...not elf...not human...but elf...and human too...curious...and tempting.