Woodie has never experienced the red hotness of a blush upon his cheeks at the sight of another human being before, and he thought he never would after being dragged into this hell. But after meeting a reserved but productive and determined mime named Wes that's likely about to change. The two begin to grow together, working cooperatively to survive in a land without comfort or forgiveness. And as it draws them closer the fear of being alone again begins to boil. Through hound attacks and the terror of the full moon the two will fight harder now than ever before. ((A WesWood fanfiction. Not a popular ship, but I'm hoping to change a few peoples minds about it. ))
16 parts