as you ran away from the small camp your group had set up in the howling snow on the mountain, you hid behind a tree, and cried to yourself. You sat there for a few minutes, and then you heard the crunchy sound of someone stomping in the snow, you looked up, and it was Arthur, who hadn’t seen your breakdown, as he was out hunting for food.

“You alright there, partner?”

he asked, stopping in his trail to the group, he seemed confused as of why you’d be out here in the cold by yourself.