Chapter 43. New Relation
They were preparing for the winter. The long, bitter season was just around the corner, and our sanctuary needed to be fully secured.
"The weak deer's herbs should be stored near the dry wood," Jor noted, his black tail slithering gracefully over the floor as he adjusted a jar of grain. "If they get damp, they will rot, and our wife will be angry."
Tigris grunted, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. "I already put them in the dry alcove. I also checked her leather pouch while you were fetching the water from the spring."
My heart instantly skipped a beat. I remained entirely frozen under the covers, my ears straining to catch every syllable. They checked the pouch?
"And?" Jor asked, pausing his movements, his golden eyes turning sharply toward the tiger.
"The tiny white stones she keeps inside the shiny paper... there are only two left," Tigris said, his voice dropping into a tone of deep, puzzled concern.
