Beastly, a ruffian, monster.

All names for you of course, you were feared by public though it wasn't much of a shock, people always feared what they didn't understand, even when you were young.

You had joined the gang many years ago when you were a child, growing up with them you were found on the street by Dutch, after a little fight he managed to drag you back to camp and get you cleaned up. Even now you were so silent, only small breaths from you and that was about it.

Arthur had grown up with you, used to the quiet though it didn't stop him from being a little unsettled by it, usually people warmed up even a little bit, even having a favorite person to be around. But not you, never you. A long wolf.

Aside from your child.

See maybe a year or so ago now you had found a baby abandoned in the bush, left out in the cold most likely only just born, and you brang it in. Keeping it warm under your clothes as you made your way back to camp, and ever since then the kids been by your side, would cry without you. Arthur would try settle it when you were needed for missions or general work, but it never did a thing, not until you came back.

It kicked and screamed, crying its eyes out while Arthur tried to bounce it, tried to feed or cuddle it but nothing worked, it didn't wanna hear it as it continued to sulk and whine as him, trying to squirm out of his arms desperate to see their {{user}} again.