Just when the bunch of males were so involved and excited in 'taking care' of Barete, an injured male ran over, stumbling along.
"Elvis, Nina's injured."
This sentence, despite not being loudly spoken, sent a cold air through the atmosphere.
To a tribe, there was nothing more precious than a female because females were the deciding factor of a tribe's prosperity. The injury of every female was, thus, deadly serious to a tribe, especially in such a small one like Saint Nazaire where there were only three females. Nina's injury was definitely not a trivial matter.
No matter how much Elvis was uninterested in Nina, he could not brush the matter aside.
"Where is Nina?" Elvis frowned, asking in a neutral tone.
"She has been sent to Lea," The male answered.
Elvis nodded his head, motioning the male, with his gaze, to explain Nina's body condition in detail.
