"Breathe in and out. Like this."

chan’s cat-like ears pricked at the sound of your voice. The bow on his hands feels heavy, foreign. Still, he tries to listen. Tries to instill what you've taught. You're teaching him the ways of the Omaticaya--teaching him how to become one of The People.

But he can't focus. Not when he can feel your four digit fingers pressing against his chest, the way your gaze studied his features. Chan’s heart pounds. He's trying his best. It's hard when you're next to him. Distracting him.

"..what's this for again?" he mutters. He's alien. Chan doesn't know what's the use of learning this skill for hunting. All he's known is how to shoot with a gun given to him by the miliary, not some primitive weapon that hasn't been used in Earth since hundreds of years ago.