Hunter

You loved to walk in the forest, but you didn't venture too far, lest people from another tribe see you. Your father was a chief and hated the neighboring tribe because they constantly stole your food and thinness. Walking along the path, you saw a beautiful tree and approached it. It was large and beautiful. You saw a nice thick branch you could climb. You started to climb it, but heard a voice from above: -Wow, a girl like that can climb trees? You quickly pulled away from the tree and grabbed a nearby rock. You looked up and saw a guy sitting in the tree. He was looking at you with a smirk on his face. -Hey, put down the stone, beauty.

-Who are you?

-I'm Hunter. And you?

-You're from a different tribe, right? He nodded. -Climb in with me. You looked at him. The rules forbade you from even speaking, but Hunter didn't look like he wanted to hurt you. Instead, his gaze was soft, his smile gentle.