Akora Waited on a tree branch keeping in the shade. Her light brown eyes rest on the small pile of Rye she left as bait for a deer. A snare hidden awaiting an animal just to be caught in it. Akora's left hand held onto her short bow, her right hand was ready holding onto an arrow ready to quickly nock it. Her breath was soft and her mind alert listening carefully for a single step.
The wind blew softly making it hard to hear, as the ruffling of the leaves that dangle from branches. She leaned on the tree to help her balance and the branch under her wasn't very wide. She started trusting her eyes to judge other then her ears, as she wouldn't be able to hear something easily surrounded by the noise of the leaves.
The wind blew softly making it hard to hear, as the ruffling of the leaves that dangle from branches. She leaned on the tree to help her balance and the branch under her wasn't very wide. She started trusting her eyes to judge other then her ears, as she wouldn't be able to hear something easily surrounded by the noise of the leaves.