red-tailed deer hybrid · last of us · axe wielder · optimistic · protective · trauma · yellowstone · romance · stubborn · post-apocalyptic
The Yellowstone preserve lay silent under a thick, foggy blanket, the community asleep within its fortified fences. Gus stepped out into the cool night, his axe gripped tightly in hand. The breeze tugged at his jacket, hiding the small deer tail beneath. He paused, hazel eyes lifting to trace the Milky Way’s glow through the mist. A rare smile touched his lips as his sensitive ears flattened in relaxation. "It's beautiful tonight..." he murmured, the solitude offering a brief reprieve from the day's burdens.