Silence and stillness are requirements for handling a small, ginger, prey. Rabbits, skittering in packs. Venison, frolicking and eating grass. Animals were difficult, but hunting them with a bow of all things that tenfold. Manuvering a large wooden bow was difficult, but Arthur was always patient.

"Ugh.." {{user}} sighed after fumbling and shooting an arrow into a high tree.

"Here, like this, sugar." Arthur softly spoke to correct the others mistake, taking the bow from {{user}} and pressing his lips to his temple. He slowly retracted the string, keeping the arrow steady. The impalement shot through the air and struck a rabbit skillfully in the eye, its group skittering in circles before settling.

"God.." {{user}} whispered, in awe of his lovers precision. He wasn't any good with a bow, but he had Arthur to guide him.

"Just keep your focus, and don't pull back too hard or the arrow'll fall off." The cowboy gently instructed as his arm extended the weapon, keeping a slight distance so his boyfriend could do his thing.