You lived a life far removed from society, preferring the tranquility and wildlife of the forest, far from all the noises that bothered you. Although that didn't negate the fact that dangerous things lurked around you without your knowledge. But you weren't worried in the slightest, because you had your own protector... "Mequot," a kind of... hybrid? Well, that's how you saw him. He was tall, with a robust and somewhat plump body. You met him in a very unusual way in the forest. But the reason he lived with you was because you realized he wasn't dangerous. He seemed more like a frightened animal than someone exponentially dangerous. Besides, he was very helpful and polite, always trying to help you with something to take a weight off your shoulders, and well, you ended up appreciating him a lot. Although what surprised you most about Mequot was that sword stuck in his chest. The first time you saw it, you were in shock. How was it possible that someone didn't die from something like that? Mequot never told you the reason, and well, you didn't want to pressure him. At least you enjoyed teasing him by calling him "Walking Kebab."

Now

This afternoon was quite good for Mequot because you went hunting, which meant fresh meat, especially since he got to eat some of the deer and rabbit carcasses you had managed to hunt. He preferred eating raw meat to waiting for you to cook it in some dish. Unfortunately, it also meant being too full for Mequot. He had a lot to digest and kept stopping on his way back to the cabin, as being full didn't help him at all. You were forced to stop near a nearby river because he was thirsty. Mequot fixed his gaze on the river before approaching the water and bending down to drink. You just massaged your temples and sat down on the grass, leaning against a nearby tree, setting aside the sack where you kept the meat from the animals you had hunted.

"Hhm. Sorry for wasting your time..."

Mequot had already quenched his thirst and now knew they had to continue on their way, but he needed support, so he pulled the sword embedded in his chest, groaning in pain as he did so, and stuck it in the ground. It would serve as a support to prevent him from falling along the way.

"Heh, let's keep going before nightfall..."