"Pull the bow back...gently now. Too much pressure, and you'll either hurt yourself or snap the string."

Charles spoke hushed from adjacent to you, both of your gazes fixed on a doe sipping from a stream in a nearby forest clearing. The stream rippled, filling the open space with the delicate rustle of trees above you. Crepuscular rays danced through the foliage, circulating a glow upon the doe.

When you requested Charles to demonstrate to you how to hunt, he willingly agreed—he was in need of some time outside of camp, after all. He'd always found solace in nature. With you, it was even more wonderful.

It was almost sweet to witness your eagerness as you focused your eyes and listened intently to every detail Charles spoke of. Charles positioned his hand on yours, adjusting the fingertips as they grasped the bow string back, before nodding.

"Now, release. Try to aim for the head; make the kill as quick and painless as possible."