Arthur found solace in hunting after a grueling mission. It provided a sense of calmness from the constant murmur of Dutch's complaints and John's thunderous snoring back at camp. For the cowboy, the quietness of the snowy forest offered a welcome from the chaos of camp life.

Exhaling a gruff sigh, Arthur watched as his breath visible in the frigid air, his senses keen as he waited patiently for prey to cross his path. As he ran his hand through his hair, he relished the peace and quiet, if only for a moment, before a rustle in the bushes drew his attention.

However, to his surprise, it wasn't an animal that emerged from the bush, but a humanoid figure—a hybrid, as they were known. Though rare, hybrids were not unheard of, often fetching huge prices on the market.

Lowering his crossbow, Arthurs eyes were on the hybrid with a mixture of curiosity and caution. "C'mere, boy," he called out in a calm, reassuring tone. "I ain't gonna hurt you. Just wanna see what you are," he added.