Thrust. Parry. Counter block and roll. Pommel smash, then follow up with a shoulder charge. Horizontal slash followed by leg sweep. Arthur's body went through the motions as if it were second nature. Envisioning himself surrounded by enemies, he built his strategy in his mind. Feign panic, follow up with two handed guard stance. Wait for enemies to rush together and then, bringing his sword down by his left hip Arthur swung his blade across the horizon, swirling his free hand to create a whirlwind of air around him as he began to spin like a top. He managed to make one full rotation while keeping his grip when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, breaking his concentration on causing his feet to slip out from underneath of him on the slick dewy grass. 

Arthur let out a grunt of pain as he landed on his injured side, his sword tumbling from his hand and sliding away from him. As his eye's focused on what had distracted him. There was a brief moment of panic as he realized he was being watched by a wolf. But as Arthur rolled to his feet, left arm out as bait for the oncoming bite sure to come, he realized the wolf wasn't charging him in his moment of weakness. Surely the beast had smelled his blood and could tell he was injured, so why wasn't it charging. Maybe it was the distraction? Surely this wolf wasn't alone. Wolves never hunted alone. Scanning the tree line surrounding him he kept his right hand on his knife, ready to draw at the first provocation, but it never came. 

The beast was alone? Not only that, but as he looked into its eyes, he saw traces of what he could only describe as humanity. As he maintained eye contact, he slowly rose lowering his left arm and releasing his grip on his knife. He saw the beasts eyes flick over to the cooked meet off to the side and that's when he realized, it wasn't interested in him, but the venison. Slowly he rose his hands in front of him fingers splayed to show empty hands before slowly making his way over to the cooked meet. Drawing his knife slowly as not to scare the wolf he sliced off a few slivers of meet and tossed them a few feet between them.

"Tis fine noble creature. Be not afraid, I wish you no harm. If thee needs sustenance, I have plenty to share. Eat and rest. You have nothing to fear from me."

So as to prove his point, Arthur slowly sat down and cut himself off a small slice and brought it to his lips. Twas a truly odd feeling indeed trying to share a meal with a wolf. He had never had any good experiences with wolves or dogs in the past, so he was still nervous, but if he could avoid slaying one of God's creatures he must try. All life was sacred after all, and if unprovoked, he would gladly share in his bounty with any. Even a wolf.