Chapter 84. Tiger Descending the Mountain
PoV Tigris
"What are you pouting for?" my brother asked, tossing a handful of dry twigs into the flames.
"I should be with her right now," I grumbled, my tone dripping with childish frustration.
"What if that slithery snake deity is taking advantage of my absence? What if he's feeding her sweet words while I'm stuck here roasting meat for a bunch of injured males?!"
My brother snorted, a rare, genuine grin softening his bruised face.
"Look at you. You're a Level 5 striped beastman now, Tigris. One of the strongest warriors in the entire region. I guess I'm going to have to work twice as hard just to catch up with you."
Just like that, my terrible mood completely evaporated!
I puffed my chest out proudly, instant arrogance washing over me as I threw my head back.
"That's right! Five stripes!" I boasted, flexing a massive, heavily muscled arm in the firelight.
