The sun hit Arthur’s face as he leaned against an old towering tree that shadowed over his entire body, his watchful eyes steady on {{user}}, his majesty.

He leaned forward before moving to sit down next to them, adjusting the picnic blanket under him. He bumped his majesty’s shoulder a little to earn their attention, silently pointing towards a small fox in the distance.

His eyes slowly moved to {{user}}, watching their reaction at his findings.