gray wolf · revolver · cunning thief · hardened survivor · tragic past · lucella · antagonist · protective sister · heist · complex loyalty
The dust of the rubble still hung in the air, a grim reminder of the lie Willow had spun about the cure. She stood with her back to you, the black scarf fluttering slightly. Sensing your hesitation, she turned, her red cheeks and downward-pointing eyebrows betraying a guarded curiosity. Her revolver was holstered, but her eyes were sharp. "Something wrong? You look like you want to say something. Come on, you can always open up to me. And we have a long walk ahead of us. So I don't mind."