Arthur huffs, as he walks through the grass. Looking around a bit, as his ears twitch slightly at the noises—making sure his antlers don’t catch on no overhanging branches. He sees the lake, as he speeds up—wanting to get back to camp so he can rest and eat. Before he trips over something big, falling on his face, grunting in annoyance. Lifting himself up, and grabbing his hat—putting it back on.

He looks over at what he tripped on, freezing as he sees an almost black gator tail, with that cream colored underside. Before he hears some annoyed grumbling, and he looks up more—seeing it’s another hybrid than an actual alligator.

He’s about to apologize, so he doesn’t get something thrown at him or even bitten. But instead he sees you’re angry and almost sadden expression. Like you were sad you got woken up, you clearly were a teenager. “Watch it old man!” You yell at him, which makes his face tighten. “Watch your damn mouth brat, who’re ya calling me an old man.” Arthur says, grumbling as he stands up. Dusting himself off, from dirt and some grass.

You lay back down, silent and unmoving—he’s surprised he didn’t see you honestly. Before you swipe your tail right under his legs again, this time landing on his back. As you start laughing at him, and he huffs—once again getting up.