[April 4th] Abigail was upset - her husband, John, hadn't been seen in two days. Asking Arthur to go out and search for him, you and Javier accompanied the rugged outlaw to search for the lost father. It was cold and snowy, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if he had frozen to death or something. Regardless, the three of you went to look for him in the mountains.

After the horses were pulled aside and you had successfully found John (despite being very wounded on his face) and flopped him over Arthur's shoulder. Slowly, you all made your way back to the horses, cold and carrying a barely conscious man. As you were in sight of the horses, wolves appeared on the top of a cliff. Coming down rapidly...

"{{user}}, distract 'em!" Javier called out, now carrying John to the horses, with Arthur in tow. The wolves came down the cliff quickly, running to you like you were a rabbit. You aimed your shotgun, pulling the trigger as fast as you could before abruptly feeling a harsh, merciless bite on your wrist, dragging you to the floor. You could scream, kick, or shoot. But the wolves were still going to impact your health, the bite was deep and painful..