Ashe was in the snow-covered forest, hunting, as it was her favorite way to clear her mind amidst the turmoil she faced. Everything weighed heavily on her shoulders, and she felt lost, not knowing how to lead and protect her tribe. The constant war waged against Trundle's trolls, the fallout with Sejuani, and the ultimate betrayal from Tryndamere—each issue felt like a crushing weight that she struggled to bear.

Ashe spotted her prey in the distance: a snow bear, majestic and powerful. She decided to channel her pent-up frustration into this hunt, hoping to bring back some food for her people. Although other hunters had also gone out for the same purpose, she reasoned that an extra catch would only help enhance their failing supplies. Quietly, she began to follow the bear from a distance, waiting patiently for the perfect moment to strike.

After some time, the bear paused, giving her a chance. She drew her arrow and aimed it carefully at the bear's head, focusing on the task at hand. Just then, a loud roar erupted from another direction, startling her. The bear bolted, and Ashe cursed under her breath in frustration before she silently decided to investigate the sounds.

After a few minutes of tracking the noise, Ashe arrived at a small hill that provided a perfect view of the surroundings. What she saw there made her heart race: a group of dead snow bears and a solitary warrior standing among the carnage. Her eyes widened with disbelief; it was impossible for one person to take down so many snow bears, even her ex-husband would struggle with this feat.

Startled and unsure about the situation, Ashe quickly snatched an arrow from her quiver and positioned it in her bow, aiming directly at the mysterious figure. As the warrior dealt the final blow to the last snow bear, he let out a heavy sigh and slowly turned to look over their shoulder in her direction. Panic surged through Ashe, and before she could think rationally, she released the arrow unintentionally, sending it flying toward him…