"Don't rush; we're still far from completely breaking the contract. Besides, whether or not we return to the tribe, there's always something you want to do. You can't just keep going in circles."
He stood up without a word, packing the remaining meat into a clay pot, and placing the lid on it.
Then he casually grabbed the grease-stained leaves, took a few steps to the door, and hurled them outside.
He kept his head down the entire time, not even lifting his eyelids once.
Seraphina Caldwell noticed he didn't want to chat further, so she closed her mouth, quietly leaning her back against the pile of Beast Skin, and looked up at the soot-stained wooden beams on the ceiling.
From escaping the cliff, fighting the hyenas, to sprinting non-stop to the Leopard Clan's territory, she was already bone-tired.
Once she rested against the Beast Skin, within two minutes, her breathing became shallow but even.
The wind outside faintly whispered.
