The prince took his time to clean himself up and tend to his aching muscles despite the king's urgent summons. He was far too tired to take his younger brother too seriously. There was also the matter of hunters walking freely on royal grounds. Now that he had the time to think about it more clearly, he gritted his teeth in anger, 'The nerve on those hunters. How dare they waltz in here carrying weapons and act like they are friends with the wolves.'
The warm water was soothing and allowed the man to recover from his angry fit. It's not like he could do anything against them anyway. His energy was immediately drained at the thought of retaliation, so there was no point in running himself mad.