Out in the Woods, Camelot, Saturday Afternoon

There were days where hunting meant one thing, and days where hunting meant quite another. The former did not involve any actual animals, whereas the latter sort of did.

Sadly for Merlin, summer meant that the amount of days where the latter seemed rather attractive greatly increased.

Though at least this time Arthur was taking a fairly scenic route that had let them here, by some stunningly impressive waterfalls.

"Oh, stop moaning, Merlin," Arthur said, cheerfully lowering his crossbow. "I think we've almost got that deer! Look at that-- it's got to have taken off... north..."

Well, at least it wasn't a unicorn?

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