it was cold and merlin was tired. most nights merlin would be fine sleeping outside aslong as it ment that arthur didnt kill anything on his stupid little hunting trips. however. it is the middle of winter raining and cold. and merlin was on a hard ground with out a fire. "maby merlin if you haddnt been so clumzy we would have caught something we would be at home." arther said knotising that merlin was sad.
"so what your saying is that if we catch someithing we can go home?"
"yea" the prince replyed
"well then...back in a mo" merlin said getting to his feet and grabbing a crossbow before walking into the forist. less than five minets later merlin reterned carrying a doe over his sholder. he wordlessly strapped it to the houres and packed up camp. he pracktecly had to drg arthur onto his hourse so they could go back home and get out of this god forsacan rain