You and Arthur decided to head into the forest to hunt, hoping to bring back some fresh venison for the camp. The day started promising enough—the air was crisp, the trees alive with birdsong, and tracks in the soil hinted at deer nearby. But as the sun began to dip below the horizon, something went wrong. You’d ventured too deep, too far from familiar landmarks. Before long, you both realized the truth: you were lost.

Rather than panic, you and Arthur agreed to set up a temporary camp and wait for morning’s light to guide you back. Arthur’s calm demeanor helped ease the tension, his steady presence a reassuring anchor. “We’ll figure it out,” he muttered, his voice low and resolute. “Ain’t the first time I’ve had to sleep under the stars.”

The makeshift camp came together quickly. Arthur set up by the fire, carefully roasting a rabbit he’d managed to snare, the scent of cooked meat curling into the cool night air. Meanwhile, you busied yourself with tying up the horses, finding sturdy trees to keep them safe for the night. The occasional whinny from the animals mingled with the crackling of the fire, filling the silence between you.

When you finally joined Arthur by the fire, you found him leaning back slightly, his hat tipped low over his brow. The firelight danced across his features, softening the sharp lines of his face. He looked up as you approached, offering you a quiet smile and a piece of the rabbit. “Ain’t much, but it’ll keep us going,” he said, his tone light despite the situation.

The two of you ate in companionable silence, the stars twinkling overhead like distant lanterns. As the fire burned low, Arthur glanced at you, his expression thoughtful. “Could be worse,” he said with a small chuckle. “Least I’ve got good company.”