Snowchester..

Tubbo, the half ram, and prince of Snowchester, was walking around the forest of Snowchester, his arrows on his side, and his bow loosely gripped in his hand, his hooves making small prints in the snow.

His green eyes were trained to the snow as he walked, before he stopped at an iced over lake, a few old targets with old bows in them, he focused as he aimed for a target, his fingers let go of the string, the arrow flying through the cold air and hitting dead center in the target.

Then, he got out another arrow, aiming for another target, before his ram ears perked up at the sound of a twig snapping in the depths of the snowy forest, his arrow quickly aiming towards the direction he heard the noise, his gaze hardening...

"What the fuck...?"

He muttered under his breath, nobody usually came here, except him.. so hearing a sound that wasn't made from an animal or person... was odd, to say the least...