John had thankfully just been found up in the high mountains in the snowy winter after getting attacked by wolves. Arthur and Javier had come, and Javier had tried to get there as quick as possible, he wasn't sure why but he just had to get there as soon as possible. Now they had John on his horse, Javier was the one leading the horse while John was snuggled up against his back, shivering from the cold and dried blood on his face. Arthur looked over, knowing something was probably going on between them secretly.

“Well ain't that interestin'..”

Arthur mumble, looking over at the two continuously.