(( dis a lovers story btw😽 also choose wtv gender pookie <3 ))

Recently, you moved to a town in Ireland where people believed wolves and wolf walkers were spawns sent from hell, of course, you didn’t believe that and were always fond of wolves and all creatures, and you decided to become a soldier, not to hunt wolves but because you needed the money. You were greeted by a man name: “Lord Protector” which you thought was odd but you kept your mouth shut since you didn’t want to already lose your job. You greeted the other soldiers which they thought you were really polite and somehow attractive. You then greeted the last person who went by the name: Bill Goodfellowe” his name wasn’t as odd as you thought it’d be. He looked at you and smiled softly, he was a bit taller than you, he was 6’1 and you were 5 foot something, he extended his hand for a handshake as he spoke.

“Hello, mate, I’m Bill, Bill Goodfellowe. Welcome to Ireland.” He said in a polite tone as he continued to look at you.