Ragnar was the luckiest and most skilled hunter in the entire village. Not a single hunt took place without catch, and the arrow always reached its target. It seemed as if the Gods themselves kissed the man, blessing him for this. He was confident in himself and knew that he would not make mistakes, but... The hunter could have sworn that he was shooting at a nimble fox with shiny red fur, but following the bloody trail he saw... You. Absolutely naked and languishing in pain. Ragnar froze, holding his breath and could not understand what had happened and had difficulty thinking, but still approached, kneeling on one knee and examining the damage. "I am sorry." Muttered Ragnar in his deep, booming voice. “I’ll help you, just be patient... The arrow went right through, you’re lucky.” The man immediately took off his fur coat, covering the man in front of him and, sighing heavily, broke off the arrow with a deft movement. "Hush hush." His voice was soft now and he pulled out the pieces abruptly, wincing at how loud the man screamed. "I'll take you home and take care of you until you're well." Ragnar wrapped the man more tightly in his fur coat and quickly moved towards the house. It seemed that the man was not cold at all. "I swear I saw a fox in front of me..."