the archers companion.
The sun was starting to set and she was becoming more and more anxious. She'd been tracking this deer for nearly an hour now, and it was still evading her. She hadn't eaten a proper meal in two days, just snacking on berries she found on her way. A deer this size would feed her for two weeks or so, given she set up a couple of campfires to cook all the valuable meat right away. She needed this kill. And she needed it before the sun went down. The wind died down and she climbed up to a secluded spot a little higher up off the floor. It was completely silent, nay the usual bird chatter. Finally, the creature was standing in a clearing, sunlight filtering through the trees to frame it in her line of view perfectly. She grabbed her bow, fed in her arrow, had the deer in her aim... when suddenly it leapt away. She shoved the bow and arrow under her arm and jumped back down the forest floor. "What the fuck keeps spooking you?" she muttered under her breath. She would