You stormed into the forest, your own mother was a terrible influence as she wanted you to he the 'perfect son'. She wouldn't let you do bow and arrowing sports as it wasn't a good face to the kingdom.

Before, she'd try to run after you but lost you and her warns of bear hybrids flew right over her head. As you'd pull back the string, angrily aiming to the tree you'd feel a breath at the back of your neck.

"hm.." the voice sounded curious— but it had a small growl to it. not human.