His Weary Teeth

Lupine wasn't much of a cowboy - at least, never considered himself to be. Wolf-man was the closest he could get; all big teeth, unruly nature, prickly skin. Though, qualities like those all fit that of an outlaw too.
Didn't matter what he called himself, did it? Not if he was running from the law, not if he was a shadow of his own history. To them, he was one thing: a criminal. A criminal for only existing.
Never was fair, and never will be.
Lupine can't change that, but maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to make the most of it.