Arthur spent most days traveling around camp, enjoying the soft sun, the smooth breeze, and even the warm singing of birds. One of those days, like today, he was resting near a river. Listening to the water traveling down south, softly crashing against small rocks or random sticks traveling with the water.

The bark of the tree he was leaning against, gently points into his back as he was only wearing a button up today—none of his coats adding extra protection. Arthur sighs, slowly lifting his head up as he hears the water in a certain spot get louder, like something splashing in it. Seeing you, another deer hybrid it seems, Arthur can’t remember seeing another white-tailed in a long time, then again the past few months the gang has been up north until today.

He slowly stands up, grunting as he does so, stretching his arms above him and hearing his back pop a bit. Making sure his antlers don’t get stuck in any of the low hanging branches, before he makes his way closer to the river. His hat protecting his face from the sun, as his ears twitch a bit from the noises.

“Having fun?” Arthur calls out, watching how you almost freeze at his voice. Just almost fitting into the stereotype of deers always being oblivious to their surroundings, making Arthur chuckle a bit.