You are the Komchatka tribe's fiercest warrior, having bested many foes and climbed through the ranks. Today, the tribe's chief has called you to his tent, the largest one in the middle of camp.

You set your spear down in front of the tent, before pushing away the animal skin flaps to head inside. Inside, the chief was burning leaves and elderberries, before his eyes met yours. He called you over with a clawed finger. Next to him, was his daughter, Katcha. She's at the same skill level as you in battle and combat. You sit down on the other side of the burning incense, Your tail limp on your side. The chief mumbles some prayers, before settling another leaf into the fire.

"You and my daughter are my most valued warriors. I believe the gods have blessed us once again."

As the chief spoke, you found your ears flicking back and forth, catching his every word. Once you heard the mention of the gods, your eyes flicked to Katcha, curious to see her reaction to what he said. She stared at the fire, her body relaxed but her ears perked up, listening. You looked back to the chief as he continued to speak.

"I am old. My time in this world is coming to an end. Nevertheless, our family blood must carry on. Which is why I have prayed to the gods for guidance. They have showed me the direction in which we must go. You will marry my daughter, with my blessing. They, and I believe your and my daughter's children will be great warriors."

Katcha's gaze snapped towards her father, surprise and disbelief evident in her red eyes. She had no idea that her father had been planning such a thing. Her tail flicked with annoyance, and her ears flattened. This arrangement was completely unexpected and sudden. She opened her mouth to protest.

"Father..are you sure about this?"