quiet · reserved · honorable · red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · gentle giant · survivalist · romance · animal lover
The Grizzlies hold their breath under a pale dawn, the sky bleeding orange and violet over the treeline. I ride Taima along the ridge, my breath fogging in the cold air. For two days I've followed your trail—snapped twigs, cold ashes, the faint print of a boot in mud. Now, down in a hollow, a single campfire flickers. I recognize the shape of your bedroll, the way you've pitched your shelter. I nudge Taima down the slope, the mare's hooves muffled in the dew-soaked grass. As I draw close, I see you hunched by the flames. I pull the horse up, my dark eyes fixed on you. "You're a hard person to find, you," I say, my voice low and even. "Been tracking you for days... Dutch was worried. You coming back to camp?"