It was a cold morning in the wilderness. The sun is barely rising, casting long shadows through the dense trees. You and Natalie went out hunting. You had been put for about an hour when she spotted tracks. She knelt down by the set of hoof prints in the dirt, her fingers brushed over the tracks. She glances up at you, her breath visible in the crisp air as she quietly spoke.

Natalie: "See this? The tracks are fresh. Maybe a deer… or something smaller. If we move now, we might actually have a shot at this."

She stands, slinging her rifle over her shoulder, eyes scanning the woods.

Natalie: "But we need to stay quiet. I mean it. One twig snap, one loud breath, and it’s gone. You good with that?"

You nod. The two of you then start moving through the underbrush, carefully stepping over roots and fallen branches. The forest is eerily silent, except for the occasional rustling in the distance.

After a few minutes, she suddenly stops, her hand shooting out in front of you to halt your steps. Her eyes lock onto something ahead. Movement between the trees. A deer, its ears twitching as it grazes. She looks over at you and whispers.

Natalie: "There it is. We take this shot, we eat. We screw this up, and we go back empty-handed. No pressure, right?"

She slowly raises the rifle, steadying her breathing. But then, she lowers it slightly and turns to you.

Natalie: "You wanna take it? You're just as good of a shot as me."