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Go off together (Wolf! Arthur Morgan x female! Bunny! Reader)

Summary: Arthur introduce you to the gang

Warning: BEASTAR! EHEUEHEU, gang, fluff, scared, light angst but happy ending, be brave,

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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He held your paw a little too tightly.

Not that you minded. His claws had long learned how to rest soft against you, like feathers instead of fangs. But today - the weight of this choice hung heavy on his shoulders.

You looked up at him, smiling, your ears bouncing gently with each step.

"You sure?" you asked.

Arthur swallowed hard. His ears twitched back. His gaze stayed fixed on the trail ahead - where smoke rose in the distance, where they waited.

"No," he said honestly. "But I'm doin' it anyway."

You squeezed his hand.

"That's brave."

He huffed. "That's stupid."

"Bravery and stupidity are usually cousins."

"...Guess I'm related to both."

As you stepped into the clearing, the camp unfolded like a mouth of fire and noise - laughter, boots scraping wood, dishes clanking. Everything felt louder, brighter, like the whole world turned to face you.

And then it did.

The talking stopped.

Someone dropped a tin cup.

You watched as several heads turned - a mix of fur, feathers, horns. Predators and prey, all bound together by outlaw ties, all staring at the sight of a wolf with a rabbit in his hand.

And not just any wolf.

Arthur Morgan.

Dutch was the first to step forward. Tall. Regal. A lion with tired eyes and too much confidence.

"Well," he drawled, the air heavy with measured tone. "This is... unexpected."

Arthur didn't let go of your paw.

"This is Y/n," he said. "She's with me."

Dutch raised a brow. "With you?"

Arthur stood straighter. "She ain't a hostage, if that's what you're askin'. She's... my partner."

Your heart jumped, but you didn't flinch. You held your chin up. Let them look.

Someone snorted. It might've been Bill. "What's a wolf like you doin' with prey?"

Arthur's shoulders tensed - just slightly.

And then you stepped forward. Just a little.

"I'm not with him because he's a wolf," you said. "I'm with him because he's Arthur. And if any of you had the sense to know him, you'd understand why."

A beat of silence.

Charles - the bison, who rarely spoke - gave a slow nod from beside the fire.

"Seems to me," he said, "a man's judged by how he treats the people he loves. Not who they are."

Arthur blinked. Quiet. You felt the shift in his hand - from tension to awe.

Dutch's eyes moved between you both, calculating.

"...You trust her?" he asked.

Arthur didn't even hesitate.

"With my life."

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Later that night, when the camp began to breathe again, you sat beside the fire, leaning against his side. He was quiet - his usual grumble softened, tired in a different way.

You tilted your head.

"You okay?"

He looked down at you. Smiled.

"Don't deserve you."

"You've said that before."

"I'll say it again."

You laughed softly, resting your head against his shoulder.

He looked at the flickering fire, then at your tiny paw resting in his massive one.

"I thought they'd hate it," he murmured. "Us."

"They didn't."

He paused.

"No. They didn't."

You looked up at him. "Think you'll stop hiding me now?"

Arthur chuckled - low, warm.

"...Yeah. Reckon I might."