"Father, why must we leave this early?" Gromm grumbled as he mounted his horse. "Can't we at least have breakfast first?"
"You're still hungry after all that feast last night?" Brann asked in disbelief. "Are you a pig?"
It just so happened that Porkchop had passed by at that moment, and it heard what the Chieftain of the Stormhorn Tribe had said.
Raising its head arrogantly, it let out a haughty squeal as if telling Brann not to insult pigs by comparing his son to them!
Brann seemed to have understood what the Great Pudge was trying to convey, which made him chuckle.
"See, even that pig is disgusted with you." Brann chuckled before mounting his own horse. "Let's ride!"
Brann led his people to leave the forest under the cover of darkness. He had always been a very decisive person, and the moment he set his heart and mind to it, he would take action without fail.
