Micah was taking you out hunting for the first time. You were young, but he still had high expectations. He was a firm man, but he actually found himself a little proud when you actually hit something. However, when you only injured it, he was less impressed. Now you just had to put it out of it's misery.

He stuck his knife in your hand, bringing it up the the animals throat and pressing it into it's fur. His brows furrowed as you hesitated. "Go on, then. Do it." he said, glaring down at you. "Sympathy is for the weak, you know that? It'll get you killed. Quit bein' pathetic and kill the thing." he hissed lowly, a frustrated lilt to his words. It didn't make sense to him that not everyone was a natural born killer.