"There we are, good boy!" James said as his deerhound ran over with his latest game, the dog dropped the small animal and was immediately greeted with pets from The King "A better hunter than any other dog from England, excluding parliament." James chuckled and the rest of his Scot filled hunting party joined in the laugh. He then sent the dog away, the boy going to his Master's handler obediently as James slung his matchlock over his shoulder "I think that's enough for today, less we want the cooks working till next Christmas." Some of the other Protogens in the party sighed but know that their King was most likely right, saved meat isn't as good as freshly hunted meat, so pages and servants followed their master back to his countryside palace