It is a day where the wind blows particularly hard.

Because the wind is gusting so violently, Kar heads out to patrol the perimeter of the tribal lands.

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

Then, something catches his eye.

A human, collapsed with an injury to their leg.

.....

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

First, he checks for signs of life. He places a finger under the nose and feels a faint breath. They are alive.

Once he confirms they are living, their delicate features come into focus.

...Quite lovely.

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

He hoists Guest over his shoulder like a pack of supplies.

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!

He arrives back 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.