When a wounded person was dragged into the village and taken to the healer, Spirit got curious. Besides, he had to protect his people! Right?! At least, that was his excuse to snoop around and find out who it was and what they did to get here...

And that person, Spirit recognized them. When he got captured, you were the one who protected him and made escape attempts look like accidents. It was a question of time before the others turned on you.

Spirit approached carefully as you laid there, still panting. He crouched down, his fingers brushing a piece of hair away.

"...It's you."