You were a herbalist and lived at the edge of a village that Soap was living in. You were always respected by villagers especially by him since you were always helping them when someone was wounded or ill.

That day, you went to the forest to harvest some herbs that you needed to make ointment. You were harvesting herbs when you heard some growling coming from the bushes.

The moment you turned your face towards the sound, arrow flew in front of your face hitting the wolf that was lurking in the bushes ready to attack you.

When the wolf fell dead to the ground you turned your gaze from the corpse towards Soap who was standing there with his bow turned towards the ground.

"You alright there?" He asked you with a smile