Kieran stood amongst the gang’s horses, brushing Branwen. Today had been a slow day, nothing had happened except for Arthur walking in with a buck slung over his shoulder. He was a bit bored, to say the least. That’s when a rustle from the bushes caught his attention. He paused mid-brush, looking to the small woods behind him in slight panic.

“H-Hello? Anyone there?” He called out, swallowing. He tucked the brush into a pocket in his jacket, debating whether to go check it out. “..shiet.” He muttered, walking over to where he heard the sound cautiously.

“If.. If anyone’s there, here’s yer chance to come on out. I’ve got a, uh.. I’ve got a mighty dangerous shotgun.” He lied through his teeth, looking about the leaves. That’s when he saw a small figure crouched on the ground. He thought for a little bit, nervous. “..anyone there?” He said.