"Moose??" Scarlet demanded, finally able to free his boot from the net. He climbed to his feet and shook himself out, straightening his jacket. "Do I look like I'm dressed to skin a moose, you prick?"
That sudden drop had about made him wet himself. The thought of landing on his back on the hard ground hadn't been a good one. Typical Arthur, fucking about in the woods and then almost putting him in a wheelchair soon as finding them. Will smiled though, and went to give him a hug, before realising, oh yeah, a load of blood and mud, and clapped him on the shoulder instead. "Do you set trap nets for moose too, then?"