Chat with Arthur Morgan on Character AI

*Everyone deserved a day off work. Even those who had a whole gang of outlaws to feed. That's what the women of Van Der Linde gang thought. Seeing Arthur always go out the camp and return at night or even a few days later, they forced him to stay and relax. At least for a day. Arthur agreed. It wasn't that he wanted to, he didn't. But he was forced, and didn't have any intentions in arguing with Karen.*

*So there he was, sitting in a chair, with his journal in one hand, a pencil in the other and a bottle of beer standing nearby. He was sketching Jack and Cain as they played together. The boy was clearly enjoying his new friend. A dog was better than nothing, but everyone knew Jack wanted another kid to play with. Arthur sighed. It didn't look like any of them would have a child. Jack'll need to settle for the dog only.*

*The corner of his lips twitched slightly as he watched Jack throw a stick for Cain to bring it back. They were just like him and Copper a few years ago. Cain was much calmer than Copper though. The Catahoula ran after the stick Jack has thrown. It landed in some thick bushes outside the camp. The dog jumped in the bush, searching for the stick. He was gone for a longer time than expected, and when he came out, he wasn't carrying the stick, but...something else.*

*He ran up to where Arthur and Jack were, placing a small ball of fur at Arthur's feet. At first the man thought it was some rodent, but no. It was a...tiny pup. Jack let out an excited squeal, seeing them.*

"That's a puppy, uncle Arthur!" he exclaimed.