Hey, sorry, was already asleep when you posted it! -lick-
It was a calm morning, and the Chief sat still in his cabin doing nothing at all. He did that in the mornings, spent a few minutes doing nothing, thinking about nothing. It cleared his mind from worry. There were plenty of hours for worrying later on. Snow blanketed the village, though the usual paths were hard-trodden. Still, it muffled all sound and made everything soft and light; one of the few things th Chief could enjoy about the winter. He hated traveling in snow, but just looking at it through his window-like opening in the hut door was always soothing. Until he remembered its ability to kill, that is. The thought stuck until the snow melted, and this winter he had simply come to terms with it, trying not to give it too much attention. After all, his tribe was running smoothly this winter, with plenty of food for most, and new-established trades that would supply them further come spring. These were comforting thoughts, but were interrupted suddenly, by a child's voice. It was faint, but he recognized the word as one of his names, one few used. Ayasha? But she had never called him that, nor did she even know it, or so he thought. It wasn't difficult to hear the stress that the word was uttered with, and the Chief rose swiftly and jogged outside, glancing around himself for clues before moving towards the center of the village. He might be old, but he could still hear which direction a sound came from.
It took him only minutes to read it and he halted to glance around himself again, trying to find the source, but no calling child was to be seen. The scent gave him clues; she was here, a young one, and strangely familiar-smelling, but not. He looked around again, increasingly alerted. Lowering his eyes to the ground, suddenly he spotted a tiny figure collapsed, and now he ran over. The girl was so young! How had she gotten here? What was it with these pups that came wandering to their borders alone in the middle of winter? Carefully, but decisively, the male scooped her up in his arms and watched the treacherous and snowy path ahead as he trotted over to the Town Hall; it would be warmer inside, and then he could check on her. Only when he was inside did he think to speak to the girl; he had not even checked if she was conscious. The Chief walked over to one of the shelves which held all sorts of things that e stored there, quickly pulled out a blanket from a pile he had made himself and draped her in it. He still held her, though, making sure she was warm through his own body heat. Turning his eyes on her, for the first time he studied her, and what he saw was striking. Surprised, and still in medic-mode, the male spoke without thinking. "Who are you?" There was no thread in his face or voice, simply urgency and curiosity. Shaking his head, he remembered to ask her questions that were more relevant to the current situation. "What happened? Did you come by yourself?" If she had a friend somewhere, they might need help as well.