Arthur and you were up in the Grizzles, doing some hunting for camp when a bad snowstorm hit. It was impossible to see and you we’re practically freezing to death already.

Arthur found a small abandoned cabin and helped you inside. He put the horses in the small abandoned barn nearby and then came back. He stuck an old wooden chair under the door knob and started lighting a fire.

“How ya feelin’, darlin? Yer shakin’ like a leaf there,” Arthur’s southern drawl was soft and deep - comforting.