Deep in the Preserve, Tuesday Late Afternoon
They had gone for a hunt. At least, that had been the general term. The honest truth was that Arthur needed to get away from his room for a while, away from the building, and into an area that made some sense.
That may have explained the lack of any insults thrown at Merlin's head, but for the few that were actually needed. It also explained why he didn't spend as much attention to the tracks in front of him as he should, even if he did touch, smell, and watch with his usual keen hunter's eye.
"The deer have gone..." he waved vaguely, "...That away."
He didn't sound convinced.
[ for one, plz ]
That may have explained the lack of any insults thrown at Merlin's head, but for the few that were actually needed. It also explained why he didn't spend as much attention to the tracks in front of him as he should, even if he did touch, smell, and watch with his usual keen hunter's eye.
"The deer have gone..." he waved vaguely, "...That away."
He didn't sound convinced.
[ for one, plz ]