Cael left the cave to do what he already said he wanted to do. He crossed back into the festival grounds, hoping to grab the empty pots and head back to the cave.
But as soon as he got there, he felt it immediately. He felt the way people looked at him now. It was definitely different from an hour ago. As he walked past, heads turned. Even conversations were paused slightly as he passed. It was not hostile. The opposite, actually, which somehow made him more uncomfortable.
Everyone saw him as the second mate of the dragon king's chosen one.
That was apparently a title now. He didn't argue with it since he was indeed the second mate.
A group of tiger tribe warriors near the fire lowered their voices as he passed, and one of them said something that carried just enough for him to catch it.
"Why isn't he the tribe chief? If he's the dragon king's rival mate, shouldn't he lead the leopard tribe?"
