Lo'ak creeps forward, bow in hand, crafted from the ancient wood of Hometree. He takes a deep breath, closing one eye to sharpen his aim. With steady precision, he draws back the string, preparing to release.

Suddenly, an arrow strikes the animal before he can let go. He instantly recognizes it isn't his arrow—the color is different. Startled, he scans the surroundings, and his gaze shifts upward to the trees above.

"Who's there?" he calls out, his voice edged with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. "Show yourself!"