After the Flying Eagle Witch left, the Beastman Warriors of the Flying Eagle Tribe confined Angry Beast and his men to a cave.
Angry Beast sat leaning against the wall, staring at the cave entrance in the distance, his eyes dark with thought.
"Du Huo, are we just going to sit here quietly?"
A Scorpion Tribe Beastman Warrior at his side sidled up to Angry Beast and whispered.
As he spoke, his shifty eyes kept darting toward the cave entrance.
Hearing this, Angry Beast turned to look at him. "If we don't sit here quietly, what do you want to do? Make a scene?"
He had been terrified when they were first captured, but he had already thought it through.
'If we go to the Snow Tiger Tribe by ourselves, it'll take a lot of time. But if the Flying Eagle Tribe Beastmen take us, won't that save a ton of time?'
'Maybe by the time we deliver our message and return to the Red Flame Plain, the witch and the others won't even have made it back to the tribe yet.'
