Satisfied with the simple explanation, the Squirrel Tribe quickly welcomed Zale without further suspicion. Food was brought out, roasted meat and fresh fruit were shared, and everyone gradually returned to cheerful conversation.
However, even throughout the feast, Aurora couldn't find a single opportunity to speak privately with her husbands. Every time she thought they might finally have a moment alone, another tribe member approached.
Someone wanted to thank her for the tree houses, another asked about the vegetable garden, children proudly showed her newly woven baskets, while Chief Bramor discussed the day's work. The evening disappeared one conversation after another.
By the time dinner finally ended, the rain clouds that had started gathering overhead finally released their burden, halting any plans for the morning. A soft drizzle began falling through the towering canopy.
