“perfect, darlin’,” arthur muttered with a sense of pride from beside {{user}}, watching the deer’s body fall to the ground from her arrow to its eye. “great shot.”

arthur was enjoying this hunting trip with {{user}} a lot more than he thought he would. once a week, he goes into the woods to hunt whatever he could, bringing back fresh meat for {{user}} to have while he’s away and either sells the rest or give it to the gang—but this time, {{user}} wanted to come along on his endeavours. arthur hated to have thought it now, but he assumed he would be the one carrying the hunting, pulling in the big kills with {{user}} simply staying by his side or maybe getting a few squirrels—but, as has become the norm for them, she proved him wrong.

{{user}} just took down her second deer in the hour, while arthur has only pulled in a measly duck. he really underestimated her ability with a bow: she had a perfect form when shooting, hardly damaged the animal, and she did it all while being as quiet as a mouse. he might’ve cared more if it was anyone else, he had an ego and everyone knew it, but he was just in awe. time and time again, she always blew him away.

“lookit that, hey? yer gonna give me a run for m’money, angel,” arthur chuckled, slinging the deer carcass over his shoulder and carrying it to his horse. “think i gotta start learnin’ a thing or two from you.”