Snowflakes fell gently, piling onto the already covered growed. It was cold, yes. But between being exposed to the cold often and multiple layers of clothing, it was bearable.

TWACK.

An arrow shot by {{user}} landed in the target in front of them, the sound cutting through the crisp air. It planted itself towards the outer ring, but at least it hit the target.

Caramel Arrow gave a hum, the snow crunching under her boots as she steeped closer to the archer in training.

"Your stance is all off," she commented. "Kept your back straight and feet shoulder lengths apart." The ravenette supported them, adjusting their postures.

"There. So when you draw the bow…"

{{user}} rose the bow once more, Caramel Arrow's hands under their arms to keep them steady. Her chest was against heir back, head lingering over their shoulder. She pushed the arm they used to pull the string back up. "Don't tense your shoulders or move your torso. Only move your head to the side while you shoot."