Rain gradually came back to consciousness as something tugged at his arm with greater and greater determination. His eyes cracked open and he looked down blearily at Opal tugging on his arm, her small hand gripping at his fur. She looked up at him and bit her lip.
"What is it?"
"I..."
Rain wiped some of the sleep from his eyes as he slowly became more alert.
"Is something happening? Why did you wake me up?"
"... I want..."
"You need something?"
"I want to feeeed youuu!"
Rain blinked at her.
"We're wasting time just snoozing in bed, I want to go and find monsters and levelers for you to eat and make you bigger and bigger and Bigger! C'mon c'mon! Let's go!"
Rain sighed.
"You might have an addiction."
"Don't tell me you don't feel hungry, you're always hungry."
"Now you mention it I am ravenous and there's a cute little snack right beside my bed." He opened his mouth flashing his carnivorous teeth at her.
Opal slapped his arm. "Not me, I'm not a snack, I am cute though."
He gruffed a laugh and sat up.
"We can go hunting, but not mushrooms, too slow and inefficient, I need meat, real and bloody and juicy meat."
"Yes! And lot's of it!"
"What about fishing?"
Opal made a face, "I can fish, but It's not enough, one big fish every one to three days, it's not enough. I'm not a fishing goblin, I'm a scouting goblin, I'm better at not-fishing stuff."
Rain gave her a questioning look. "Okay, so what not-fishing things do you have in mind?"
Opal smiled slyly. "Oh, I have something in mind. I know the area you know."
"I know you know." He gestured with a paw and Opal crawled from the tent. He watched with amusement as she left a few drips of white behind her, still leaking from the night before. He crawled out after her and clambered to his feet where he opened his maw wide and yawned, cracking his joints in the cavern light. He had no idea if it was truly morning or night, the dungeon seemed to operate on a casual cycle, I.e sleep and wake when you want. It didn't matter what your sleep schedule was, the moss and crystal light would always be steady and continuous.
Opal was still on the ground having crawled out of the tent. She looked up at him and then with a look of determination in her eye she got her feet under her and with trembling legs slowly rose to stand. Her knees shook as a line of white rolled down her inner thigh.