The crisp morning air is always a comfort. Rustling leaves, singing birds, and chilly winds; it’s a peaceful morning. Though it’s much harder for Shoot to focus on such peace now, as he sits quietly on the wooden stairs of the backyard deck, overlooking both the beautiful shrubbery and his racing thoughts.

Morel had left abruptly only an hour prior for an impromptu mission, leaving Shoot alone for the next three days. Alone…

With his fellow hunter, Morels second student.