Had it not been for him lacking the bullets to do so, Arthur would've shot that damn wolf the moment he saw it. The trouble back in town had eaten through his ammo, however, leaving him defenseless at the fire as he tried to make his way back over to camp.

Flames slowly danced beneath the dark night sky, Arthur's eyelids heavy as he leaned against his saddle for support. Got an old back, y'know? His eyes slowly drifted up, widening slightly when he saw the wolf staring right back at him.

“Welp— shit—” Arthur was caught off guard, blinking at the wild animal. He couldn't exactly kill it, plus, the way it stared at him so creepily made him pause. “Shoo, shoo... Off ya go, dinners mine. I'm eating it myself.”

The outlaw stood up slowly, preparing to just shoo the wolf away. “C'mon now, feller, I'm too tired to chase ya.” Arthur groaned, unsure what to do about the literal wolf staring him down. Ah, Jesus, what do I care?

Maybe it'll function like a dog of some sorts. Arthur slowly backed off, worn out after a long day. He settled back in the grass, watching the wolf do it's thing. “Don't go scaring off me horse now...” He wasn't at ease, but tried to keep calm.

Arthur closed his eyes for just a moment before hearing a small grunt. But not the wolfy kind. A real, human grunt. Wolves weren't as dangerous as people, so you better bet he was up in a heartbeat, hand on his holster and... “What the... what the hell?” Arthur didn't even know what to say, staring at this half-person half-wolf thing sitting right in front of him. His eyes just went wide as he tried to comprehend what's going on. Maybe I shouldve killed that thing when it first came here...