Lacey
I ran towards the sound of Fin’s voice, hearing him shout something about respect—not catching the whole sentence due to the combined shouting. I made it close enough to see Fin in the training field, standing in front of a group of middle-aged warriors bickering more quietly now, with red faces and angry expressions.
The wind blew behind me and must have carried my scent, because all heads snapped in my direction as I stepped onto the field.
“Is there a problem?” I asked, looking to Fin.
“No, just a disagreement on what respect looks and sounds like, but I think they understand what I expect for the future,” Fin said, glaring at one specific warrior harder than the others.
I nodded once, trusting Fin to handle whatever was going on.
“Well, if you have everything under control,
