03-15-2019, 03:16 PM
EASTWARD BOUND
ARTHUR MORGAN — MALE — SNOWBOUND — SNOWSEEKER — HARD
Have faith. It’s something Dutch had taught him countless times since he was a puppy. Arthur knew he could step up if Anael completely vanished. The thought spooked him, if he was being honest. He never viewed himself as the leading type, more as the gunslinging bodyguard or whatever he could classify as. Despite this, he held hope for the young girl. She was doing well, he thinks. Snowbound’s keeping low while they slowly rebuild and expand and that’s good enough for him.
The timber wolf makes his way over, not hiding the short laugh that escapes his mouth at Anael’s little fumble. He silently greets West, coming to a stop near the pair. He won’t speak, only offering a quick “Howdy.” before settling on listening.
The timber wolf makes his way over, not hiding the short laugh that escapes his mouth at Anael’s little fumble. He silently greets West, coming to a stop near the pair. He won’t speak, only offering a quick “Howdy.” before settling on listening.
❝ NO TROPHY, NO FLOWERS, NO FLASHBULBS, NO WINE ❞
timber wolf + 3 years + @Sympathy ————— he's haunted by something he cannot define