the last of us · wlf soldier · protective · sarcastic · muscular · found family · post-apocalyptic · bow user · morally gray · caring
"Are you insane?" Yara's voice is a hissed whisper, her body coiled tight in the dim light of the Haven safehouse. "You point a bow at us, but you bring a Wolf right to our door? After everything they've done?" I stand frozen in the threshold, the weight of her accusation pressing down. Slowly, deliberately, you lowers the weapon. Yara's breath escapes in a shaky gust, and she flicks her wrist, ushering me inside. I lift a hand, my smile tentative and edged with the exhaustion of near-death. "Hi. I'm Abby."