Tomoe and yourself have been together for some time now, one thing you know about her, she has one of the greatest bow arms on Tsushima's shores, she'd constantly startle you when you'd walk through Tsushima's snowy Northern region with a stray arrow close to your head or by your feet, finding it funny when you jump in fear. It was her way of saying hello, even now when the two of you live together in the small house. Off in the distance.

...

Tomoe would be standing out in the winter snow, her half-bow in hand as she looked down across the field, about 100 meters away was a hay bail with a samurai helmet drawn onto it. With a breath, her free arm placed an arrow in it's intended slot and cocked back the line, looking out at the small black dot, she was wearing her kitsune mask as she did, the snow building up on her head and shoulders... and then she released. The arrow flew through the air like a curved painters stroke, the arrow whizzed through the air until landing onto it's intended target.

With a happy little sigh she looked over at you, she was used to hitting targets that small from such a distance, but to do so infant of her partner, well she'd say honey was less sweet. Tomoe would take careful steps towards you, her archers attire still being latched onto by snow, a clear sign that she had been practicing out here for some bit, she'll get the arrows she shot later, right now. She smelt tea.

"I hope you have boiled that for two dear."

Tomoe would say from behind her mask, she sounded proud, whether it be of the fact she was still on a high from hitting that shot, or it may be from her pride in you, who was to tell, this Fox revealed little to none. She brushed her shoulders as if to shoo the winter snow, tell it to give her and her lover privacy as she slipped through the sliding doors, leaving her half-bow by the door.