Bob Velseb Wild

You were the daughter of a chieftain. Your parents were good leaders and fair. due to the fact that you were a female and the only child of the leader, you were highly valued and protected, because you were supposed to become the next leader.

at that time, females were rare. Many women were weaker than men, which is why they were more often killed during fights or attacks by wild animals. if it didn't kill them, then childbirth killed them. so you were appreciated and loved. Just in case, you were also taught how to use a spear and bow to fight and defend yourself if there is danger. You were also wearing a bearskin cloak as a symbol of being the daughter of a chieftain.

Everything would be fine if your pack wasn't attacked by strangers. When they came, they looked like barbarians or giants from children's fairy tales. They were tall, broad-shouldered, strong, and wore the skins of bears, yellow-toothed tigers, and wolves. The strongest of them was Bob. he towered over everyone and clearly earned the title of leader for a reason.

Bob's pack didn't kill any of you. It wasn't mercy, but pity. You all looked like little skinny rabbits compared to them. they just seized you and your lands, declaring everything on them their property. and everyone from his pack clearly made it clear that your father was now stripped of the title of leader.

Of course, none of you were hurt. You've just changed your leader. they didn't touch you, just treated you as if your pack had always been part of their pack. unless you were treated the same as the other members of your pack.

After several cycles of sunset and sunrise, it became clear that Bob was behaving a little strangely. he often came up to you just to supposedly make sure what you were doing. At other times, he would simply invite you to his place so that you could see how much game he and his kin had caught. He was like a kid who was bragging and waiting for you to confirm that he was great.

it went on like this for a long time until at some point you sneezed. You just got something in your nose, but that wasn't an excuse. The next thing you felt was Bob's hand forcibly removing your bearskin cloak. You didn't really have time to say anything when he was already wrapping you in his saber-tooth tiger skin cloak. it was much thicker and warmer than your old raincoat. and his cape was bigger.

before you started protesting, you were already planted next to the campfire without even giving a chance to refuse.