You were miffed with Arthur. Miffed was putting it lightly. He knew it and knew it was because he stole your hunt earlier. A small smirk grew on his lips when he watched you stalk through camp with a few rabbits versus the deer you could’ve had.

The deer you were aiming for when Arthur threw off your concentration and took the shot instead.

He wasn’t sure completely why he liked ticking you off. That was a lie. He liked your attention and he damn well liked when you pushed his buttons with that attitude of yours. Now seeing you aiming for Pearson’s wagon, where Arthur stood as well, he was excited. Thrilled for what you would do.