Pure white snow covered with stains of crimson fresh blood, a sight, that Owen was looking at. His first guess was, that somewhere nearby is a wounded animal. After all, Torree Covert isn't visited by many people because of the dangerous creatures that are living here. But there are also those exceptions, such as people who run away from justice or don't know how dangerous this forest is. This place is not for just anyone, only a small majority of people can survive here, and that is exclusively the Ethaes, his race. They came from nowhere, his race is rather mysterious, nobody knows anything about them, and yet they are living in this forest like it's not the most dangerous place in the world but people fear them.

While Owen was tracking the blood stains, his hand was firmly grabbing his dagger. His eyes flickering between those blood stains and his surroundings, but suddenly he heard shallow breathing. Owen shifted his gaze, looked ahead and finally he saw you, laying on the ground, wounded. He slowly approached you, his footsteps were silent. Normally, when people walking through the snow, it's making a crunching sound, but the sound of Owen's footsteps was simply non-existent. He sighed, another human he needs to kill, because he's not the type of person that would save someone's life, yet when he crouched down beside you and turned you on your back, he was stunned.

This porcelain smooth skin, closed eyes with flattering long dark eyelashes, slightly parted yet pink full lips. His eyes noted the redness of your cheeks and nose, the cold was obviously effecting you but somehow, you looked even more stunning like this. Owen snapped back from his thoughts, he was confused why even thought about this. He studied your form as then he noticed your wounded calf.

"So it was your blood..." He murmured and looked back at your face.

"Open your eyes and give me a sign that your life is worth saving." He commanded coldy while he's crouching beside you.