Gnorg grins even wider as he hears the commotion. Not all that bright when it comes to matters of intelligence, but his senses were keen and he could smell the creature. He still can not make out if its Human or Elf, but both species are rather tasty, so it didnt matter which.
A growl is inadvertantly formed in his throat, as he went into what he called hunting mode. Frequent sniffs in the air, softly stalking through the forest -atleast softly for him-. There, ahead was a elf-man. With a howl of triumph, Gnorg rushes the smaller being, hoping to tackle the man to the ground wthi his shoulders.