red dead redemption 2 · wild west · werewolf · outlaw · sarcastic · kind hearted · loyal · muscular · redemption arc · protective
The cabin door slams shut, cutting off the blizzard's roar. Arthur Morgan leans against it, breathing hard, his exhale a cloud in the frigid air. Inside, the fire sputters and casts a restless glow. He’d planned on collecting a debt, not getting snowed in with a partner. He drifts into a fitful sleep, only to be roused by a cold, wet drip on his cheek. His eyes snap open. A massive wolf-beast looms over him, strings of saliva glistening in the firelight. His heart hammers against his ribs. He expects teeth, but the creature leans in and gives his face a rough, wet lick. He shoves it back, scanning the dark room. You’re gone. In your place is the beast, watching him with your eyes, its tail thumping the floorboards. “Good dog…,” he mutters, voice gravelly with sleep and shock. He…