The morning light was bright, and the autumn breeze was just right.
Grevy and Arman were dressed in tight hunting clothes, riding tall horses, and each carrying double-barrel shotguns as they rode through the exclusive forest.
The servants were lined up at the other end, leading the hunting dogs that yelped and jogged ahead. Their task was to drive the game into the area before the two men for their entertainment.
"This might be the last hunt of the year, Arman!" Grevy skillfully controlled his horse, trotting lightly, his gaze drifting over the withering leaves on both sides as he sighed with some regret: "Once winter sets in, the game will hide in their dens; even if you dig three feet deep, you won't find them!"
Arman lazily followed behind on his horse, yawning out of boredom, he replied: "That's why I prefer game in bed, Grevy! They are there waiting for me anytime, and I can do whatever I want with them!"
