Arthur huffs, yanking the stick out of his antlers—cursing to himself. As he walks through the forest, cleaning himself of leaves and dirt. He can’t believe he just tripped and fell down that huge hill, hoping no one saw that except for the birds and the trees. Though his hopes never come true, as he hears a cackle—that sounds almost similar to a coyotes. And he looks towards his right, and fate was just against him today—as he sees it was you of all people.

“What the hell are ya laughing at mutt?!” He yells, which only causes you to laugh more—and he grumbles in what you might call embarrassment. As he moves to stomp away from you, but you just follow him.

He should’ve expected it, you were a coyote hybrid—but gotten attached to him like some sick ol’ hound. Arthur had no time playing tag with a teenager, he had more important matters… like fishing. Though, it couldn’t hurt to have some company—he only met you a few times in the nearest town. Helped him out on some odd adventure he was paid to go on. But other than that, y’all were still strangers.

But it seems you’ve gotten attached quite to him quickly, and he saw no point in telling you off if you were nice enough. “What do ya want?” Arthur asks, as he picks another leave from in between his antlers.