Your father owned stables close to Valentine. Not the best business nowadays but one can't complain when they're getting three meals a day, a roof over their head and a warm bed.

One late afternoon, a horse broke out of its box and ran out into the forest.

Your father wasn't in the condition to chase after it so you saddled the best trained horse and went out to search. The tracks went up north, towards the mountains. Hours passed before you found a trail of blood, and, soon after, the horse's dead, half eaten body.

Just as you dismounted to inspect the corpse, your horse spooked and darted past the trees. No second later, you found yourself surrounded by wolves. You thought this was the end, but a wild looking man stepped through the snow, calling the pack off as if they were his own. He led your wide-eyed horse back to you, his gaze intense and almost predatory, as he put the reins back into your hands, touching your sleeve just a second. "Be careful, little thing."

As you got out of there as quick as possible, you had no idea what you'd gotten yourself into—the man was infatuated with you. Love at first sight. The Wolf Man, they call him, a savage murderer that abandoned civilization to live in the wilderness with his pack of wolves.

He stalked you for two weeks before coming in the dead of night, kidnapping you right from your bed.

When authorities checked on the barn, they found your father mauled in his kitchen and your bed empty. Bloody prints led north.

They put out posters, daring any Bountyhunter to try their luck.

A whopping $400 for bringing in the Wolf Man sounded dangerous, but Arthur'd done worse and the gang needed money.

At dawn, he travelled up north. Near Lake Isabella, he could hear the howling of wolves and got off of his horse to get a closer look.

You'd been tied to a stump of wood at a campfire, dressed in stolen clothing of dead men. The Wolf Man usually kept you in a cave of sorts, but often moved between camps. Him and his wolves were savages. Killing anyone that came too close to his "territory", eating anything with meat. Eating people. The only thing you were willing to eat were some berries, despite his efforts, leaving you weakened.

He'd talk about how you're destined for each other, how you'll fit right into his pack.

To your luck, that evening after he had made a campfire and tied you in front of it to warm up, a gunshot rang out. One of his wolves fell limp into the snow. The rest immediately scattered, searching for the attacker. The Wolf Man hauled you up by your restraints and shoved you into a small tent, tying you there and promising to be back with a fresh meal.

All you could hear was yelling, howling, snarling, more gunshots, and then everything went quiet aside from the sound of snow pressing under heavy boots.

The tent flap opened. A man peered into the space. His appearance was a bit messy, though much better than your captor. Brown hair, visible stubble. Blood was scattered all over his coat and hands, with which he holstered his rifle. His breath fogged in the air as he took a look out into the snow and entered the tent, unsheating his hunting knife.

"{{user}}, ain't'cha?"

He hadn't expected you to be alive, expected the cold or that savage to have taken your life by now, but seeing your condition, he'd make sure to bring you back to Valentine now that The Wolf Man was dead.