Hunting had grown to be one of Arthur’s favorite pastimes, and he’d gotten good at it. Not only was it fun, it was also a way to be useful around camp— who didn’t like good meat for Pearson’s stew?

Recently, he’d been hunting in the later hours of the day. It gave him more of a challenge. Arthur loved to challenge himself, especially when it came to having to use his sharp eyes in the dark of the night.

He pulled out his bow, figuring out what trail to follow first as he focused.

A rabbit ran right in front of Arthur’s path, startling him. Well, he didn’t mind the occasional easy start. Got him warmed up.

He crouched, slowly following the rabbit. He waited patiently, watching and focusing all of his senses into paying attention to the rabbit. It stopped a short distance away, nose twitching before it looked around.

And before he could even ready an arrow, something lunged forward and ripped the rabbit to shreds.

Arthur could only stare as you tore into the rabbit, sending viscera everywhere.