‘This is my warren!’ the goblin hissed from behind Door.

Snarl merely huffed out. This was nearly a daily occurrence now. At first, the goblins challenging it from behind the protection of Door made it excited. Its blood surged and it tried to find a way out to meet the challengers, a goblin with a name had to defend its territory. Specially with its injuries healed.

It did not manage to find a way out, yet. So Snarl was just fine with verbal exchanges against its veiled foes. Even that got pretty tiring, after the many fingers of times they threatened Snarl with violence over territory.

‘Yes,’ Snarl hissed without passion. ‘I will destroy you, by the name of Snarl, and you shall regret it.’

‘You are bored talking to me?’ the other goblin shrieked, hitting the door with its head, if Snarl had to guess. ‘I am Gutter, the third! You will meet my-”

Like every argument, it ended with a subdued thud, and a horrified scream. They didn’t last long enough to finish the threat fight to even move to the fight fight. Not that that part was going to happen with him not knowing how to leave.

But Snarl has come with a plan of action to remedy that!

It would make Nana angry if Door was harmed, or the ground was dug through. And it would let the nice warmth of the tamed flame out. But what if Snarl made a new exit?

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There was a tiny rock under the large flat tree where it sleeps. Snarl ran to the rock, scratching on its sides to loosen it up. It wasn’t larger than it was, and Snarl could place it back and push it out if it wanted to leave.

A little bit of wiggling, it was going to be ready in no time.

Nana was not at home, so Snarl wasn’t going to miss food. The goblin looked down at its body, no longer tiny, but round. It was truly a glorious creature now, All that food made it bigger, stronger, a little bit tired.

Yeah, a little bit tired.

Snarl stopped working and tried to climb back into its favorite sleeping spot. It was a harder climb than it ever was, and increasing in difficulty lately. With heavy breaths, it managed to climb the wooden leg, and reach the soft bed.

It was probably because its body was hungry.

Snarl circled itself and took a quick nap before food arrived, then the work on the new door could continue.

-

“You are growing rather fat,” Nana poked at his round belly, a natural form displaying Snarl’s stature and power. “Perhaps it was a mistake to indulge you with so many meals.”

Snarl rolled around, satisfied. He was one back scratch away from reaching the golden plains. Yes, scratch the back. Scratch it!

“You do look cute when you are fat,” Nana continued. “But I think this might be bad for you…”

Yesssss. Ah. the sweet scratchings and scritchings.

“I think it is time for a diet,” Nana sighed.

Snarl turned around, an ominous feeling washed over it.

“It means less food for you, Snarl.”

HISSSSSSSSSS!