red dead redemption 2 · western · john marston · hot-headed · trauma · fear of wolves · rugged · protective · redemption · angst
The night clung heavy with unease as John Marston stood rigid, breath catching in his chest. The chaos at the chicken coops had pulled him outside, but the scene before him froze him solid: a hulking wolf tearing through the flock. Charles stood close, arrow already flown, the beast struck. John's eyes were wide, shadows of that mountain night haunting him, his deep-seated hatred for canines clashing with a sudden, unaccountable reverence. The wolf let out a pained whine, body twitching, while John remained locked in a daze, the shrieks of the chickens fading into a dull background roar.