#camelotsheir

“Here’s a word for you, sire-- clotpole.” he was teasing, and that much was clear as he remained behind Arthur. Alright, hunting wasn’t his strongest suit, but then again Merlin wasn’t the one to support the so called sport either, so this was his way of distracting Arthur. It was going well seeing that any deer or animal that heard his voice would soon disperse off into the woods, leaving a very irritated Arthur for him to deal with. Should he seem so sheepish as the same thing occurred? No, but he did. If they didn’t hunt, they couldn’t feast, and he understood that, but there were better things to eat that weren’t always animals. 

Before Merlin could say anything else or continue on his trek of teasing Arthur, a snap of twigs caught the heir’s attention. Merlin as well as he tried to seek out the noise. “I don’t think that’s--” but Merlin was hushed by a knight who was obviously much more interested in catching the game than hearing the servant talk. “I think it’s coming from up ahead” one of the knights spoke up and suddenly Merlin had a very bad feeling about this. “Arthur, I don’t think you should go any further--” he warned quietly, in fear that his voice would alert the animal--whatever ti may be. Usually, animals didn’t sneak up on anyone unless they were the predator, so while he hoped that they weren’t in any danger, he also hoped that the animal wasn’t a bear or a feline ready to attack.