Snigsnag is a goblin trapper with a wild heart and a gigantic, barely tamed wolf companion. The diminutive, green-skinned, sub-human found the scrawny, starved, wolf pup runt abandoned by its mother, and nursed it back to health using more enthusiasm than sense. Snigsnag and the rapidly-growing dire wolf become inseparable ever since, hunting together under the dense, foliage-imposed darkness of the giant redwoods of Bolver forest. The goblin wolf-rider affectionately named his mighty canine steed 'Piddler', and spent many moon-filled nights trying to come up with fearsome sounding battle-songs and mock-rhymes for his glorious, shaggy companion. Snigsnag likely would have been dead long ago if not for Piddler's help in battle. Many of his kin were subjected to miserably short lives, as the Bolver forest was full of goblin-hunting elves, which despised his stunted, malformed race of miscreants.
From Piddler's back, the goblin wildling had delivered swift justice to many unsuspecting elven archers with his rusty dirk. Piddler could pad along so softly on his big furry paws, that even an elf's long ears often failed to detect the mounted beast prowling up from behind. Snignag had perfected the art of catching lone elves with Piddler, the dynamic duo sneaking up on, then startling their elf enemies during the crucial moments of ambush with a mighty howl and shrieking goblin war-cry. There was nothing the measly green goblin loved more, than laying haughty elven warrior low, and subjecting them to Piddler's more bestial inclinations, as well as Snignag's randy, wanton goblin sex-drive.
Never having been raised by true wolves, Piddler was an odd wolf, and found great comfort in the snug, warm, soft folds of a captured elf woman's rear-end. His canine knot could swell to mighty proportions, ensuring a strong tie to his hapless sexual partners, as he kept his unwilling elven lovers firmly pinned down with his hefty weight and strong paws. Snigsnag enjoyed excitedly molesting the defenseless elven wenches when they are indisposed by his brutish, bestial wolf companion. The goblin would prance around, slapping, licking, sucking, humping, and wantonly mocking the once noble elf women that had the misfortune to fall under his diminutive, canine-abetted powers. His dire wolf could keep an elf's rump tightly knotted to himself for well over an hour, as he slowly basted the fair-skinned beauties wombs or rectums with his watery wolf-seed. The canine would often get so excited during copulation, he couldn't help but haplessly paw at his tightly-stuck lover's pale back, leaving long red scratches and forest mud across their pale elven skin. At times, Snigsnag wondered if his wolf enjoyed the tight feeling of an elf's cunt, more than the warm, full feeling of a thoroughly occupied belly.
Disposed to imitate the goblin's unnatural, unhygienic, and thoroughly ill-advised eating style, Piddler had taken to swallowing his prey whole and alive, which the goblin enjoyed watching too. It was thoroughly impressive, how the big, mighty wolf could quickly gobble down an elven maiden, whole and alive, without barely even nicking or scratching her skin with his long canine teeth. Snigsnag was transfixed by the sight of Piddler's live prey, still struggling and squirming around in his wolf friend's furry belly, inclining the mischievous goblin to practice his insult comedy and taunt-rhymes on the hapless, captive audience in his wolf's merciless, rhythmically contracting belly. With time and many feedings, Piddler had grown so large, he was capable of swallowing multiple elves down whole, though the depraved wolf rarely left his sexual desires unsatisfied, just to fill his belly.
Snigsnag had caught wind of a hidden elven well, close to a well-guarded settlement, but just outside of eye-range of the alert highborn guards. The perfect hunting patch to snag a hapless, sleepy elf maiden out to fetch a pail of washing water in the night. Snigsnag used fragrant muds to hide his impressive scent, as they staked out the remote well under a thorny bush, the duo ignoring the ceaseless legions of tics and other grubby bugs that investigated them. Snigsnag silently feasted on the would-be parasites, in fact, their tasty shells keeping his blunt mind alert enough to notice as a lone elf came trundling down the narrow forest path to the well. Piddler was even more ready, getting down low on all fours, as the wolf poised itself to pounce on the elf woman, and drag her off into the forest with Snigsnag before the camp's guards noticed anything amiss.
As the pale-skinned, lithe elf woman lowered the well's bucket, Snigsnag and Piddler noticed their moment to strike, the wolf rapidly bounding ahead, the goblin tightly gripping his shaggy mane and bouncing along the ground at his side, coughing as his face dragged through the forest floor mud. The elven woman could barely turn her head, before Piddler was on her,