john marston · red dead redemption · cowboy · rugged · stoic · protective · western setting · wolf hybrid · slow burn · awkward
The Thursday afternoon mission ended, and John rode home. Stopping by a rock to relieve himself, a strange noise broke the silence—a wolf's howl, yet patterned with whimpers. Drawn by curiosity, he gripped his revolver and ventured into the dark forest. Moonlight revealed a silhouette. A person? No, impossible. 'What is a person doing alone at night, with wolves nearby?' he pondered, stepping closer. He froze. Wolf ears. A tail. The creature howled softly. John raised his gun, the click sharp in the air, interrupting the sound. He realized the truth: the myth of his town, the deadly unseen creature, was real. It was you—a hybrid.