"Alright, last warning..." Teemo knew those tribal yordles that came from the Freljord portal weren't going to listen and be reasonable, but he wasn't gonna let them harm an innocent poro, neither allow the invaders to get any closer to Bandle City.
"¡Ekki leyfið honum að flytja okkur matinn, drepið hann! (Don't let him take our food, kill him!)" The tribal leader commanded his minions to attack the scout.
Teemo could feel the tiny poro trembling behind his legs. "Don't worry, little buddy... we'll be okay." He whispered in a calming tone.
"¡Til árásar! (¡Attack!)" The tribal yordle shouted a war cry, and the others, armed with makeshift spears and stones, echoed the call.
"Ah, darn it!" Teemo scooped up the poro and bolted through the bandlewoods, dodging the stones and spears hurled by his pursuers, always ensuring the poro remained unharmed. However, one spear grazed his arm, leaving a nasty cut. Gritting his teeth, the scout was injured but unwilling to leave the poro. After forging ahead and finding a clearing, he nestled the poro among some bushes. "Stay here, little fella." He said, giving it a comforting pat before turning away. "I'll handle this..."
"¡Hann getur ekki flúið svo langt! ¡Löfumst við hann núna! (¡He couldn't have gotten far! ¡Let's finish him off now!)" The chief's shouts ranged out nearby, and the troop of invaders soon founded the scout. "¡Surrenderðu núna! (¡Surrender now!)" He aimed his spear at Teemo, demanding him to hand over the poro they were hunting.
Teemo glanced at his wounded arm, a smile quirking his lips before he burst into laughter. "Alright..." he said, drawing his blowgun and fixing his gaze on them. "I think it's time to have some fun..." His demeanor turned as icy as the Freljord itself. "Come and get me..."
"Bölvun... (Damn you)" This were the last words of the tribal yordle chief before succumbing to the poison of Teemo's dart, falling amidst the bodies of his invading tribe, all meeting the same fate.
"That'll teach them not to mess with the bandlewoods..." Teemo nodded, tucking away his blowgun. "Now let's go find that poro" He glanced towards the bushes where he had left it hidden, and the little creature leaped into his arms. "Hey, don't worry, you're safe now."
The poro stuck out its tongue, looking happy.
"Alright, reckon it's best I take you back home..." He started walking towards the portal tree, locating a portal leading directly to the Freljord, where the poro had come from with the invaders. "Look, there's your home, you'd better hurry before the portal closes." Teemo set it down and pointed towards the portal for the poro to return to its region.
The poro glanced at the yordle and tilted its head, as if confused.
"Go home, little buddy." At that moment, Teemo looked up at the darkening sky. "Wow, it's getting late... I should head back to the city." He began to jog back to Bandle City, leaving the poro behind.
The poro glanced at the portal, but instead of crossing it, it decided to tag along with the scout on his way to Bandle...
Teemo entered his house and took off his hat. "Phew, what a day, I need a shower." He glanced at his injured arm from the fight with the tribal invaders. "Doesn't look too bad, just need to clean and bandage this cut..."
He didn't noticed the poro had followed him in at that moment, and the little creature hid from the yordle as soon as he entered the place.
The scout set his things on a countertop and took off his boots before heading to the shower, leaving the poro in the living room to roam freely.
Teemo closed his eyes as he let the water wash away the dirt and blood stains from his body. "Gotta report what went down in the Bandlewood... Who knows? Might happen again, and we need to be ready for anything..." As he washed his arm wound, he thought about how lucky he was. "I must be more careful next time, but hey, wasn't gonna let that poor poro get eaten..."
Once he was clean enough, he turned off the shower. "Wonder if it made it home..." He wrapped himself in a towel when a noise from the living room caught his attention. "An intruder? In my house? Shucks, I left my weapons in the living room..."
With nothing else to do, Teemo approached the door slowly as the noises in the living room continued. "Must be a thief looking for something... But I won't allow it." Teemo clenched his fist and quickly opened the door. "¡Stay where you are, scoundrel!" he exclaimed.
The living room was a mess, with many things strewn about on the floor – photos, medals, books, his blowgun with darts, even furniture – and in the midst of the chaos was his hat.
"¡¿What the?! ¡¿Who did this?!" Teemo yelled, outraged by the state of the room, which seemed to be turned upside down.
When his hat moved, he approached to pick it up, discovering the little poro hiding underneath.
"¡But! ¡¿What are you doing here?!"
All the poro did was stick out its tongue, like a happy dog greeting its owner.
"¿You followed me here?" Teemo sighed and brought a hand to his face. "Look what you've done... I'll have to tidy all of this up."
The poro rubbed against his legs, and he simply watched it and let out a sigh.
"Alright, you can stay here, but just for today..."