Is he really that terrifying?
Hasn't he just been in a bad mood lately and gotten a bit sharp-tongued?
Is it necessary to avoid him like this?
Zeke felt a pain in his chest from anger. Just as he turned around, he saw Corbin Crowley leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching him with amusement in his silver eyes, "What, has your temper not cooled yet?"
Zeke's face darkened, and he turned his head away irritably, "What's it to you?"
Corbin didn't mind his attitude, instead chuckled lightly, stepping forward, "If you need to vent your anger somewhere, go hunting. It's almost winter, stockpile some prey, and while the sun's still good, salt and dry them."
Zeke was slightly taken aback by his words.
He hadn't expected Corbin to offer such advice.
But...
Hunting is indeed a fine way to let off steam.
Moreover, the tribe's beastmen are indeed busy hunting and storing food for winter.
