Response to the word prompt 'purebred'.
"So, he really thinks that this is necessary?"
"Yes, he does."
Arthur stood, with a man he barely knew, waiting for another man he didn't know. He was standing with Haverforth, the captain of Uther's guard, outside of the castle. As they spoke, a horse-drawn carriage pulled up in front of them. A man hopped out of the carriage, hurrying up to the two of them.
"Prince Arthur, a pleasure to meet you sir." He gave a quick bow. "I can assure you, this animal is the star of our stock, sir. You won't be dissappointed."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Fine, alright then." Uther had commisioned for a hunting dog to be bred specifically for Arthur. The beast was an irish wolfhound, reknowned for their courage, obedience, and presence in past courts of nobility. This dog, called 'Prionsa', was bred from the best of this famed breeder's dogs.
The man walked back to the carriage and led out Prionsa. The dog was massive, coming up higher than Arthur's hip, and covered with shaggy gray fur. The moment it looked at Arthur, it growled.
"I am so sorry, sir. He is usually quite sociable...he may have not enjoyed the carriage-ride too much." He handed the leash to the prince. "Perhaps, if you walk with him a while, he will calm down."
Arthur nodded and took the leash, but the moment he did so, the dog ran off, with the prince of Camelot on his heels. He ran around several corners before he saw the dog running towards - oh, what a day - Merlin.
"Merlin, watch out! That dog is aggres-"
"Aw, hey, boy!"
Prionsa stopped dead at Merlin's voice. He lifted his ears, and then trotted over to him, tongue lolling. "Such a sweet boy...what's your name, fella?" He glanced at the gold plate on his collar. "Prionsa...a noble name for a noble hound, eh?" He scratched Prionsa behind the ears. The hound's tail wagged back and forth.
"What?" Arthur tried to take the lead again, but the dog started to growl.
"I don't think he likes you," Merlin muttered. He chuckled, and the dog jumped up, leaning its long forelegs on Merlin's shoulders.
"I see that, Merlin," Arthur retorted. He thought a moment. "You know what? I can hunt without a dog. I'll tell my father that the dog never arrived. You can keep him."
Merlin's eyes widened. "Really? Well, thank you, sire. He's a fine animal, even if he hates you."
Arthur let out a grunt of acknowledgement and turned to leave, a little annoyed. As he walked away, he heard Merlin address the dog again.
"Prionsa is a little too...'sophisticated' for me...how about...Solatach?"