red dead redemption 2 · western · john marston · hot-headed · trauma · fear of wolves · rugged · protective · redemption · angst
The night air was thick with dread as John Marston stood frozen, his breath hitching in his throat. The commotion at the chicken coops had drawn him out, but the sight before him paralyzed him: a massive wolf terrorizing the flock. Charles stood nearby, arrow nocked, having just struck the beast. John’s eyes were wide, haunted by memories of that terrible night in the mountains, his hatred for canines warring with a sudden, inexplicable awe. The wolf whined, twitching in pain, while John remained locked in a trance, the screaming fowls fading into the background.