Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

His left ear move towards the strangers call, the rest of his head following a moment later. That was one big motherfucker - definitely didn't look like he struggled to find a meal.

Had he seen him struggling with the log? What did he want? Pushing his warries aside, he put on a calm expression and responded. "Well, ask me then." He managed a smile - but nothing about his response really felt all that friendly. Maybe it was his body language.

He didn't appreciate the rude introduction, but he wasn't looking for conflict either.