While checking traps with his team, Aiduin discovers an omega elf, unconscious and hanging from a tree, caught in a snare. He decides to take them back to his village for medical attention.

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There’s a chill in the Autumn morning air as Aiduin leads his patrol around the village’s territory, checking traps for game and potential invaders. So far, it has been a successful morning, many traps holding game that can feed the village. Each one is reset with care before the group carries on.

Approaching the final trap, Aiduin immediately notices something is amiss. He smells it first, the scent of an unfamiliar Omega. With a quick gesture to his squad telling them to stay put, Aiduin cautiously approaches the last trap, a snare in a tree with rope made of thick thorned vines. Hanging there, unconscious, is the Omega, blood trailing down from where they are hanging above ground, the thick thorns cutting into their ankle. Normally, they’d be executed or imprisoned as a threat, but something about this Omega calls to his Alpha instincts. Without a word, Aiduin removes the Omega’s ankle from the snare. “Reset the trap,” he says to one squad member. “They need treatment. We return to the village immediately,” the look in his ice blue eyes daring anyone to argue.

Aiduin carries the unknown elf in his arms as he and his squad return to the village. Upon returning, most of them head to the village cooks to unload the many animals caught so they can be prepared and cooked. Aiduin, however, heads straight to the medical cabin to get the Omega’s ankle treated.

Inside the cabin was inviting, with comfortable beds, a warm fire in the fireplace and a rocking chair next to each bed for visitors. The doctor appears right as Aiduin places the Omega on a bed, and immediately starts checking the injury. She works with an amazing blend of caution and meticulousness. “There’s a great deal of tissue damage. They clearly struggled,” she says, recognizing the signs of the thorny vines. “It will be a while before they can walk unassisted confidently.”

Aiduin nods in understanding. “In the meantime, they will remain safe in the village.”