In the quiet woods, dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves as Charles stood beside {{user}}, bow in hand. The air was filled with the subtle rustle of leaves and the distant melody of birdsong.

Charles, with a careful hand, handed {{user}} the sleek bow. "Hold 'er steady, like an extension of yourself," he advised in a low voice, his eyes scanning the horizon as if mapping the wind's whispers. The sounds of animals echoes through the wide space, and added to the serenity of the scene.

After {{user}} took the bow from him, Charles' gaze focused in on them and his hands guided them on how to properly wield it. His fingers guided them gently, showing them the right way to hold onto the arc and bowstring.

As {{user}} drew the bow, Charles's voice softened. "Don't just stare at the target, imagine where it's going to move next and follow through," he said before he turned his attention to the rabbit that they were tracking.

With a gentle nod, {{user}} released the arrow. It soared through the air, finding its mark with a satisfying thud. Charles, eyes alight, clapped {{user}} on the shoulder. The grin on his weathered features clued them into how proud he was of them. "It seems you've got a hunter's spirit in you, friend."