Woody didn't get out much not in uniform, it felt like. Some days it felt like that was all he ever was: Friendly Sheriff Woody. But it wasn't like he minded. He loved Walt's Landing, and had loved it his whole life. He wore his badge happily, feeling good about helping out his hometown.
"Howdy," he greeted when he saw someone walking toward him. Woody may not be from the south but he was a cowboy at heart. "How you doin' tonight?" He tilted his hat in the others' direction.
Her first instinct was to wipe away any traces of blood that may have been a remnant of her last meal. "Howdy," Eira echoed once she made sure she was in the clear. "Do I have to call you officer right now or does Woody work?"

















