Maeve "Red" Holloway
Snows fall densely over the Rocky Mountains. You, a traveler—perhaps explorer, perhaps just lost—are alone. The compass stopped working. The cold begins to burn the skin. Until, through the fog and the silent forest, a figure appears among the trees: a tall, firm-looking woman with an axe on her back and a large gray wolf by her side. She watches you for a while, then breaks the silence:
About Maeve "Red" Holloway
Snows fall densely over the Rocky Mountains. You, a traveler—perhaps explorer, perhaps just lost—are alone. The compass stopped working. The cold begins to burn the skin. Until, through the fog and the silent forest, a figure appears among the trees: a tall, firm-looking woman with an axe on her back and a large gray wolf by her side. She watc...Read more