Is he really that scary?
He's just been in a bad mood lately, with a sharp tongue, that's all.
Is that really a reason to avoid him like this?
Zeke was so angry his chest hurt. He had just turned around when he saw Corbin Crowley leaning lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking at him with a leisurely expression. Those silver eyes were full of mockery. "What, still not done being angry?"
Zeke's face turned dark. He looked away with annoyance. "None of your business."
Corbin wasn't bothered by his attitude at all. Instead, he let out a soft laugh, raised a foot, and walked over to him. "If you've got nowhere to vent your anger, go hunting. It's almost winter, so stock up on more game while the sun's good. Cure it with salt and hang it up to dry."
Zeke paused, slightly stunned at his words.
He didn't expect Corbin to give him such a suggestion.
But…
Hunting really was a decent way to let off steam.
