"Don't just stand there, go after him," Zog urged War Axe, who was standing by the door.
"Got it, Boss," War Axe replied in a deep, rumbling voice.
It was unclear who started it, but saying "Got it" had become a trend within the Zog Group.
Zog didn't mind. It wasn't like he was the one who had to say it.
War Axe expertly unslung his Catapult, leaned out the window, and aimed at Little Deer, who was running toward the forest.
"Wait, Big Bro, don't use the Catapult! If you break his legs, who's going to play the reindeer?" Zog quickly stopped War Axe's dangerous maneuver.
"Chase him down. On foot. Bring him back in one piece, completely unharmed."
War Axe obediently put away his Catapult. Every Beastman was an excellent hunter, so tracking a panicked deer was naturally no challenge.
Just as War Axe reached the door, he suddenly turned back. He scratched at his sparse hair with a large hand, looking like he wanted to say something but was too embarrassed.
