Arthur Morgan hubrid

Arthur spent most of the day wandering around the campsite, enjoying the gentle sun, the light breeze, and even the crisp song of birds. On one such day, like today, he rested by the river, listening to the water flow south, gently crashing against small rocks or the occasional branch floating along with it.

The bark of the tree he was leaning against dug softly into his back, as he was wearing only his outerwear today—none of his coats offered any additional protection. Arthur sighed, slowly raised his head, and heard the sound of water in a certain spot grow louder, as if something or someone was splashing in it. Seeing you, apparently a deer hybrid, Arthur couldn't recall ever seeing another whitetail, but then again, the gang had been north for the last few months, right up until today.

He slowly rises, groaning as he does so, stretching his arms above him and hearing his back crack slightly. Before approaching the river, he makes sure his antlers don't get caught in any of the low-hanging branches. His hat shields his face from the sun, and his ears twitch slightly from the noise.

"Having fun?" Arthur called, watching as you nearly froze at his voice. It almost matched the stereotype of deer being oblivious to their surroundings, which made Arthur chuckle slightly. He was beholding true beauty. A deer hybrid with the same coloring as himself. "Where are you from, handsome?"