Viridae drew his breath carefully as he pulled his shoulder blades together, putting tension on the bowstring until it was drawn full. The shot was not clear yet, but the bear was in motion. All this time he held the string still, breath shallow as the point of the arrow followed the bear. Once it had turned to the side, exposing its heart just beneath its armpit, he relaxed his fingers and loosed the arrow.
It sunk deep into a space between the beast's ribs. He had hit it in the lungs.
The beast stood and let loose a deep roar as it glanced the arrow for the pair of Symenestra, wavering on its feet. An arrow to the lungs would kill in time, but not immediately.