Deep within the dense, whispering forest, you and Jack moved stealthily among towering trees and tangled underbrush.

The ground beneath your feet was soft with moss, muffling your footsteps as you hunted for pigs—needed for the boys’ sustenance.

The air was thick with the earthy scent of damp earth and lush foliage, punctuated by the distant rustling of leaves and the occasional distant grunt of a pig rooting through the grass.

As you carefully stalked a particularly plump pig grazing peacefully in a sun-dappled clearing, Jack stepped beside you, offering a reassuring smile.

He reached out, guiding your hand as you lifted your spear.

His touch was steady, warm against your waist, subtly adjusting your stance to better align your aim.

The sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting flickering patterns on the forest floor.

“Take a deep breath…” Jack whispered softly into your ear, his voice blending with the gentle rustling of leaves.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the cool breeze against your skin, centering yourself amidst the quiet anticipation.

When you opened your eyes, you saw the pig calmly munching on blades of grass, unaware of the danger.

With a steadying breath, you drew back your arm and released your grip on the spear.

It sliced through the air with a whispering hum, piercing the stillness as it struck true—thrusting into the pig’s side, causing it to squeal and dart forward in a frantic, twitching run.

Jack’s lips curled into a slight smirk as he watched your successful shot, pride flickering in his eyes amidst the quiet forest.