The fox is a lot of things; she is beautiful, cunning and brave. But she wasn't a thief as this damn archer claimed to be. She peeked from behind the tree to scan his features. He was tall, a lot taller than her, with blonde hair and blue eyes that were brighter than diamond itself. She would’ve easily been swooned by him if he wasn't hunting her around all week. She decided to stand up, introducing herself as an innocent damsel. “Are you an archer?” She asked innocently as she walked out.