Caspian slowly turned his head.
The beast skin skirt worn by this female was already worn out, with a circle of burrs along the hem.
She had to personally make her own juice.
Yet the male beside her was busy with other things.
Even so, she didn't utter a single complaint, but instead defended Gideon Larkin.
This silent endurance and empathy weighed heavily on Caspian's heart.
As the clan leader, he was used to seeing the females in the tribe being pampered and cherished, never seeing anyone like Seraphina Caldwell.
Clearly in a difficult situation, yet remained calm and even took responsibility.
But at this point, he was still an outsider.
Criticizing Gideon further would just seem meddlesome.
Caspian could only suppress the sudden surge of bitterness and heartache.
Seraphina noticed his expression softened, the coldness between his brows slightly receding.
"Did the clan leader come over for something specific?"
She found it somewhat odd.
