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Yesterday, Arthur had spoken with Reno and Leto about the reserve (tiring, as it was at times). But there was one more soul who'd been to both meetings and had some level of-- sorry as Arthur was to admit it, except no, not really sorry, and that was equally confusing-- expertise on some of this.
Which meant that a hunting trip was in order. Emphasis not so much on the hunting, although he certainly wasn't going to inform Merlin of that until they were well on their way. Partly because of secrecy. Partly because watching Merlin fall all over himself would be amusing as long as he wasn't chasing away any game.
He crouched behind the bush, and glanced behind him at the boy. "For the last time," he said, "Hunting involves quiet, Merlin."
[[ for the ears, and major major SP ]]
Which meant that a hunting trip was in order. Emphasis not so much on the hunting, although he certainly wasn't going to inform Merlin of that until they were well on their way. Partly because of secrecy. Partly because watching Merlin fall all over himself would be amusing as long as he wasn't chasing away any game.
He crouched behind the bush, and glanced behind him at the boy. "For the last time," he said, "Hunting involves quiet, Merlin."
[[ for the ears, and major major SP ]]
