Milva was hunkered down towards the ground, hidden in the brush. She had her gaze trained on a buck that was grazing on the other side of the shallow river. "Breathe..." Milva murmured softly beneath her breath, slowly drawing her bow and knocking an arrow. She aimed at the buck's chest, releasing an arrow that effortlessly flew into the buck. Milva stood up and followed after the buck's desperate attempt to escaped; before it collapsed to the ground in a puddle of blood.