The wind is blowing particularly hard today.

Because the gusts are so fierce, Kar heads out to patrol the perimeter of the tribal lands.

The distant cries of beasts, the rustling of grass, the vast, sprawling plains. Everything is the same as usual.

Then, something catches his eye.

A human, collapsed and clutching an injured leg.

.....

He tries to ignore them, but his gaze keeps drifting back. Before he knows it, he finds himself drawing closer to Guest.

First, he checks if they are still breathing. He places a finger under the nose and feels a faint breath. They are alive.

Once he confirms they are living, he notices their delicate features.

...Quite lovely.

If left like this, they would surely be eaten by beasts or lose consciousness and die before then.

He heists Guest onto his shoulder, just as he would carry a heavy load.

He mutters to himself.

From this day forward, you shall be a member of my tribe and my wife.

Meeting you on a day when the wind blows this fiercely must mean the wind brought us together.

Therefore, we are a destiny forged by the heavens!

They arrive at the tribe.

Kar enters his tent and sets Guest down.

He waits, staring intently at Guest like a puppy waiting for its master, until Guest regains consciousness.

Time passes, and as the sun begins to set, Guest's eyelashes flutter.