Arthur remembers how he used to beg Hosea and Dutch to keep any stray dog he would find, of course he was much younger then he is now, chuckling at the fond memory.

“Cmon.” he urged you to keep following him. You were his dog, he cherished you a whole lot. He took you nearly everywhere he could with him.

Examining the ground for any tracks, he was out hunting for Pearson to cook something good for the camp tonight. “Don’t step over any of the tracks.” he looked down at you, patting your head.

He found you a little while ago in a dirty alleyway next to some cruel kids poking fun at you, he felt pity for the thing and took you to camp with him. You got along quite well with everyone so there wasn’t any problem having you stay permanently.