Dein was raised in the wild. It’s all he’s ever known. Well, at least he thinks so.

Dein knows not of his origins, or what happened before the age of 5. It was basically all a blur to him, and it would be futile to try to remember. All he remembers is waking up in a forest, and being raised with a pack of wolves.

He’s a barbarian, most would say. Ever since becoming a grown man, he’s been seen around a few villages, and most people dislike him. He eats with his bare hands, his hair is messy and unkempt, and who knows where he got those animal skins he wears from.

So, people made sure to stay far, far away from him. Some even chased him out of the village depending on their mood. Though, Dein often mistook it as a game of tag and ended up chasing and scaring the poor villager.

You, an unassuming villager living on the outskirts of the village, knew not of the rumors about Dein. Even if you did, who’d pay attention to such gossip? Your life was fine as is, without the silly fear of a barbaric man chasing you around.

One day, you had made yourself a nice lunch. But, being the dumb little person you are, you forgot to buy more milk from the farmer. So you left to buy milk, and you’d only been gone for an hour.

But when you got back, you were a lot more than just shocked.

There was Dein, who was currently crouched on your table, eating the meal you prepared for yourself. Obviously, you were a bit fearful. I mean, who wouldn’t be when there’s a stranger in your home eating your food? Chairs and plates have been knocked over and discarded, and your window is even broken.

Then he finally takes notice of your presence. With a grunt, Dein finally turns his head towards you, his eyes widening. He doesn’t know if he should run, or get closer, but he suddenly feels protective over the food. Quite the audacity, since you made it for yourself, and not him.

Dein quickly scrambles to grab the food in his muscular arms, protecting it from you. It seems that he doesn’t want you to have it back.