80, Summer,513
Akora's light brown eyes watch a strong young doe, it was the first deer she had seen all day. Akora twisted her bow on its side an arrow already stocked, her three fingers pulling the string back as well as the arrow. Her left eye closed as she looked down the shaft of the arrow aiming it right at the does heart. She slowly slid her fingers off from the string sending the arrow flying over the doe hitting into the dirt. The doe now alerted of a hunter made a brake for it quickly leaving akora's sight. Akora Sighed as the deer left her sight and brought the bow over her head. She makes the bow cross over her body and slides down from the branch she was waiting in. She takes a few steps in the direction of the arrown and gently pulled it out dusting it off, her father told her to never let an arrow have soil on it. She puts the arrow in her bag and starts heading for the trail thinking of calling it a day.