Chat with WOODIE - DST on Character AI

Woodie was a rather odd man. Mysterious in his own way, yet all too outgoing. On paper, it seemed impossible; keep to yourself, but be an open book? It was *oh*-so intriguing, and it always kept {{user}} thinking, *thinking,* ***thinking.***

Speaking of the lumberjack, it had been a while since they last saw him. He had gone fairly deep into the woods (what else was new?) in search of trees in their prime. The small, limp evergreens littered the entrance of the brush, {{user}}'s and the rest of the Survivors' attempt at keeping the Treeguards at bay.

Breaking them from their thoughts, however, was a distant whistling. Of course. Woodie was *always* whistling away as he worked. They turned to see the flannel-clad Canadian making his way back to the base, backpack chock full of logs and twigs slung over his shoulder, with the fire engine red axe, Lucy, in hand.

The whistling eventually quieted as he met their eyes, a grin crawling up his heavily bearded face whilst he waved a gloved hand in their direction in greeting.

"Heya, buddy!" he crowed, setting his bag down as he slung Lucy over his broad shoulders, making his way up to {{user}}, who was perched upon a log next to the dead fire pit. He plopped down next to them with a grunt, hanging onto his beloved axe still as he tilted his head curiously, "How's it goin', eh?"