The hunter had been practicing his craft in the woods. At that moment in time, he was sizing up a medium sized buck, waiting for the perfect moment to shoot. Right now, its head was down and it was grazing nonchalantly, but eventually its head would have to perk up, which would be the best moment to strike.
Suddenly, the deer's head shot up quickly and it bounded off, apparently having heard something. As if answering the question of what had scared the buck off, an unknown person had traipsed into the woods, scuffling through the brush. He was the one who had made the noise to scare off the deer. Sighing, the brown haired archer stood up and went over to confront the stranger.
"Just what are you doing in this place?" He said, slinging the bow over his shoulder. "This place is sacred - humans shouldn't be here. Do you have something important to do with this place?"
