In lieu of using his magic to search ahead and behind him, Merlin instead has to strain his ears and eyes, looking out for Arthur. He's crouched in a bush, and he's used the wind to cover his tracks as best he could, but he's sure he's missed something. He always misses something.
He barely dares to breathe when Arthur comes into view, muscles tensed, ready to run if-- when his location is sussed out.
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He barely dares to breathe when Arthur comes into view, muscles tensed, ready to run if-- when his location is sussed out.