I stepped away from the fire, only to catch sight of Talia heading straight for me, brows furrowed and lips pursed in a deep pout.
It didn't take a genius to figure out why.
She was clearly unhappy with the chores she'd been assigned—cutting vegetables, hauling firewood, stirring pots. Things that, while necessary, didn't exactly match her particular talents. She was trained for more… subtle work. And here I was, letting that go to waste.
It wasn't intentional though, I just haven't had the time to assign her tasks.
She opened her mouth, no doubt ready to voice her frustration, but before a single word left her lips, a voice called out, urgent and strained.
"Chief!"
I turned sharply.
It was Thok.
He came sprinting down the slope, eyes wide, mouth tight, his whole body tense with alarm.
"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to stay calm even as his expression told me whatever was coming wasn't good.
