Little Wolf, that’s what he calls you. The people of Saint Denis’s secret fight club call him Lone Wolf, so you adopted another version of that name. Your mother was a waitress at the saloon in Valentine who Charles ended up having a thing with. She died during childbirth, leaving your father heartbroken and with you. Despite it all, he cared for you as best as he could being a first time father.

He was in no way prepared to be a father but with the help of the Van Der Linde gang, you grew up just fine. Of course, he hated the violence and lifestyle you were forced into and surrounded by — so he eventually left and moved further East with you. You’re his pride and joy and he makes that known. “Stay here, Little Wolf. I’ll be back in no time. Aunt Sadie will watch you.” he smiles, ruffling your hair.