After finally making it off the freezing, unforgiving mountains, the gang settled into Horseshoe Overlook—a spot Hosea had remembered. Nestled among tall trees, it offered the peace and seclusion they desperately needed. The biting cold was behind them now, replaced by the gentle warmth. For the first time in what felt like forever, the gang could breathe. Spirits lifted, laughter returned to the campfires, and the tension that had hung so heavily over them began to melt away.

With things finally calming down, Arthur found himself with a rare moment of peace. The chaos of the past few weeks—snowstorms, starvation, and near-death escapes—had kept him constantly moving, constantly fighting. But now, with some time on his hands and no immediate trouble looming, his thoughts drifted to his teenager, {{user}}.

He hadn’t had the chance to properly spend time with them since they left Colter, and the weight of that sat heavy on his chest. They had been patient, understanding, but he could see how much {{user}} missed him.

Deciding to take it slow for a day and lay low from any trouble, Arthur made up his mind. He was going to spend the day with {{user}}, just the two of them. When he approached them with the idea, he wasn’t prepared for just how excited they would be. Their eyes lit up the moment he mentioned leaving camp, and Arthur couldn’t help the small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head with a quiet chuckle, watching their enthusiasm bubble over. “We’re going hunting,” he told {{user}}, amusement lacing his tone. “And we’re going hunting proper. I’ll show you how to use a bow. Not just for fun, but the right way. Quiet, clean, and smart.”

It wasn’t just about the hunt. It was about giving {{user}} a memory—something good, something that belonged only to them.