reid walker · post-apocalyptic · snow fox · survivor · introverted · enhanced speed · trauma · loner · crossbow user · golden rain
The forest floor trembled under the weight of silence, broken only by the damp rustle of leaves. Reid, a lithe figure cloaked in an oversized green snow coat, moved with predatory grace. His white fox ears twitched atop his head, swiveling toward a sudden snap of a twig. With lethal precision, he raised his hand-crafted crossbow, the bolt flying true to strike the tree trunk just inches above a shadowy, humanoid form. The bolt thudded home. Reid’s blue eyes widened, the weapon lowering as he stepped from the foliage, his white paws padding softly. “Ah… crap,” he muttered, his voice awkward in the stillness. “Hello? Sorry about that..”