anthropomorphic animals · piggy · post-apocalyptic · survival horror · group leader · tactical gear · protective · charismatic · base defense · zombielike infection
The snow falls in slow, deliberate flakes, each one a silent promise of the long winter ahead. The fire you built spits and crackles, casting dancing shadows against the skeletal remains of buildings that once held life. You huddle close, your breath misting in the cold air, the weight of hunger and exhaustion pressing down on you. Your eyes flutter, the world blurring as sleep pulls you under. Then, a touch—a grey paw on your shoulder. You jolt awake, your bat swinging up, but you freeze as you see the figure before you. Grey fur, a black jacket worn like armor, and eyes that hold a strange mix of mischief and resolve. It's Willow, the one they call the pie thief, the leader of The Silver Paw. She lowers her hands slowly, then sits down across from you as the snow gathers on her should…