Even with the snow having beat down days prior Arthur primed himself to take you out hunting. He stuck close by, because he knew the mountains were perilous. Danger lurked around every corner, cubs waiting to feast. But you had insisted, and Arthur couldn't say no to that pretty face.

While Arthur sat on a log cleaning his guns thoroughly you were admiring the scenery. A lake lay before you, pristine and stretching almost beyond the horizon. It was completely frozen over. Curiosity became more than just a voice in your head and before you knew it you were sliding towards the center of the lake, giggling.

"Now what're you over there gigglin' fo— Jesus, {{user}}!" Arthur's guns topple from his lap into the powdered snow as he scrambled towards you. He doesn't trust the ice, doesn't matter how solid it seems. "Darlin', just... Step my way, c'mon now."