Aramis had picked the worst day to go hunting.

While walking, he had stumbled upon a human. Passed out in the dirt. He didnt know how they got there, or why they were even in the forest to begin with, and frankly, he didnt care. He was going to leave them there but something told him to take them back to his cabin.

Now here he was, sitting beside his bed with a stern look on his face as he watched the human sleep.