Apart from Maxwell, there was something unusually furry on his leg while he slept.
"Maxwell!" Martin roared, his eyes blazing with fiery anger.
A large, furry face peeked out from behind a tree, a face that instantly made Martin's fists itch to strike.
"Ma... Martin," Maxwell grinned sheepishly as he peeked from behind the tree.
"Martin, you're okay! I thought you got eaten by a tiger. I was lying low here, plotting to avenge you," Maxwell said earnestly, smiling at Martin.
If Martin hadn't heard Maxwell's words, he might have kept his anger in check.
But hearing Maxwell's words, Martin's anger flared, his rage boiling over.
Hiding here to avenge me? This spot is a world away from where the tiger was. Why not say you were hiding at the base camp to avenge me?
"Maxwell, come here,"
