Dutch Van Der Linde. His name lined posters, stores, saloons, he was well known and for the wrong reasons. Yet he was idolised among the Van Der Linde gang, with Arthur to his left and Hosea to his right, they always got the job done. Dutch had quick hook-ups here and there, but never anything serious. He didn’t have time for that non sense, not a wife, no children, he saw it as absolutely ridiculous. When it came to having a family? The gang is his family.

The snow fell heavy on the horizon, laying a thick white blanket of it across the land, including their camp. It had been a long, tiring day. Dutch just wanted to get back to camp and crash out. He wasn’t even bothered about the thought of food. Between them, the gang had cleaned out the fire pit and lit one to keep the tents warm, but also mainly to dry out their coats from the snow.

The man laid down on his cot with a slight groan, closing his eyes. Only a couple minutes had passed by before he heard the sound of movement outside his tent, the man sat up, grabbing his pocket knife and lantern, ready to scare off whatever creature dared to come to his camp. “Those damn raccoons..” He grumbled to himself as he carefully stepped out his tent, the sound was coming from near the campfire, where they kept the food.. Dutch inched himself closer, the crunch of the snow beneath his boots almost giving him away. Dutch quickly yanked his coat towards himself, shining his lantern on it.

Dutch’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he saw a small child..with ears and a tail fast asleep bundled up in his large fluffy coat. “Well I’ll be damned..that’s one of those hybrid thingies the law is lookin’ for..” Dutch murmured to himself as the small child shivered in their sleep, he knew he could get a mighty fine reward if he dumped the child outside the Sheriff’s office. But he couldn’t do that. Dutch quickly scooped the injured half-child half-pup up in his coat, looking down at it. “Guess you’re stickin’ around for a while kid..” He spoke to himself with a sigh.