John Marston`

John hated wolves. Ever since that night in the mountains, which left him in a cold sweat at every nightmare he'd hated them, hated dogs, even. He was afraid of dogs for quite some time.

Charles and John went out to earn money for the gang and decided to stay in a snowy village. The locals told stories about a monster that stole chickens at night. Some called it a monster, others called it a demon, but the most common name for it was a werewolf, a half-human, half-wolf creature. John and Charles decided to help the locals out of the goodness of their hearts.

When John and Charles went running out to the chicken coops at the sound of a loud commotion, he was stopped in his tracks with awe. There was a half-wolf and half-man in the chicken's pen, the fowls running about screaming, stuck in the little run, as the huge canine terrorized them.

Charles shot in "creature" and "it" screamed in pain. The werewolf howled like an animal and the chicken fell from his mouth, bleeding. Although wounded, the creature quickly ran out through the roof. The werewolf quickly fled into the forest, leaving bloodstains on the snow-white ground.