The Melting Point

A man of few words and the chief of his village coexist near a snowy mountain. He had a monotonous existence his entire life. As a chief, he is constantly inspecting his thorp's surroundings. Until he came across a man exsanguinating from a head injury during his inspection. Is it possible that saving the life of an injured person will make a difference? What could have happened in the dead of winter? A man who is drowning in loneliness and responsibilities may be able to help a dying man? Will someone can create a ray of sunshine during a snowstorm, but what if that sunshine is only a fleeting glimpse amid drifting snow?