The Tent.
Under the moonlight, a faint shadow of a person could be seen hiding behind a tree.
Felix, who had been searching around the forest for any prey after running away from the gnoll's place, was now staring at a group of busy kobolds while hiding from them.
'Hmmm, to think they're eating my hunt.....'
He thought while peeking at the kobolds who were ravishing their mouths with the wolves' corpses that he had previously killed.
There were a total of 8 kobolds banded together under the shade of a tree who were bickering among themselves for the most meat.
'Well, the least I can do is give you a last meal I guess.'
Felix waited patiently for the kobolds to finish their meal, and a few minutes later when they were resting on the ground with their bloating bellies upwards, he revealed himself with a skill.
'Quicksand.'