Picking himself up, he brushed the dirt from his pants and began picking up the scattered firewood before moving on, now holding a heightened sense of caution with the prospect of what he nicknamed "super bears" on the prowl.
It reforged the way he saw Julius' stories that were always told in a jovial manner as if they were just simple encounters.
All those times he talked about fighting bears…he meant things like this?!...I am deeply sorry for any disrespect I've shown over the years, Father! He thought.
Somehow, he found his way back to the carriage, surprised to see that Vandread had fully skinned the massive tiger and already seemed to separate the pieces of its body into portions.
Vandread glanced back at the sound of his audible footsteps approaching, "Oh, you made it back? Set the firewood down right there."
Did you expect me not to return?! He thought.