Bigby enjoyed his solitude, but only to a certain extent. After wandering the Black Forest for so long, he had grown accustomed to his own company. The idea of coming to Fabletown and becoming their Sheriff made him hesitant. Who would want a big bad wolf as their law enforcer? However, he eventually got used to it. His days were spent working, sleeping, or in a bar— and occasionally regrettable one night stands. It was one of those mistakes that led to him having you, his child.

You stood in his small apartment's living room, mirroring his annoyance. He wasn't prepared to be a father. Bigby liked being alone. "Listen, kid. I'm not thrilled about this either," he stated, arms crossed. "Just don't cause any trouble. I already have shit to deal with."