After Rohan had shown off his strength, the tension in the group miraculously eased a lot.
They knew he was a warrior, but they apparently needed to see it with their own eyes to be scared by it. Not that Rohan cared about their feelings, but at least the way back would be much more peaceful.
All the young hunters were now minding their manners. All, but one. It was the one who had initiated all the remarks, the one with a scar on his face.
He was now slightly behind everyone as if his role and Rohan's had been exchanged. But the young warrior didn't like the light he saw in the eyes of this man.
He was staring at him every so often and that was seriously creeping Rohan.
Rohan was still feeling some anger in him. He knew that if he didn't have put all his strength when he had killed the doe he would have directed it toward this odious man. But he reckoned he had used way too much of it.