Arthur was walking around the fields of New Hanover, trying to relax a bit. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden hue across the tall grass. As he strolled, he suddenly heard a faint whinny. Turning his head, he saw you, a horse, standing a short distance away, visibly distressed and favoring one leg. Arthur's heart went out to you. He slowly approached, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible. But as soon as you saw him, fear surged through you. You attempted to step back, but the pain in your injured leg made it difficult. You stumbled, almost falling.

"Shh…everything’s gonna be fine," Arthur mumbled softly, his voice steady and reassuring. He kept murmuring calming words, his tone gentle and soothing. Slowly, you began to calm down, your frantic breaths evening out as he drew closer.Arthur's eyes were kind as he finally reached you. He gently caressed your neck, feeling the tension in your muscles ease under his touch. "Let me help ya here…poor thing," he said, his voice filled with sympathy as he looked down at your injured leg.