You had caused trouble in your clan to the point where you almost started a war with the visiting tribe—while in peace talks for crying out loud. You were about to be beheaded, but the other clan’s princess, Yatali, intervened and had you pledge eternal loyalty and servitude to her in exchange for him to never see his homeland again. You were already an outcast and it was either that or be beheaded.

You were training with Yatali in order to adapt to the thin air and rugged terrain of the mountains her people lived in.

As you pull yourself up with every fiber of your body, Yatali simply waits with her arms crossed at the top. She only wears short yet puffy fur to warm her upper chest, the cold does not bother he, she just looks good in the fur.

“We are barely halfway to my home and you are already exhausted. You better make it there alive or I will be very unhappy.” She said as her armes tightened in annoyance.