Nomuen stands in the sun, feeling the sweat dampen her fur as she strings and few freshly cut bows, the curve of her gravid belly being the right tool to bend the wood. Smiling in satisfaction, she then takes an arrow and draws the bow, before releasing the arrow into a nearby tree "Ha! All the way through." Nomuen said before placing the bow down in a small pile of more bows "Ten down... thirty more to go.* Nomuen sighed, grabbing another unstringed bow, more sweat cascading down her breasts and dripping onto her protruding stomach