His bow materialised in his hand. The weight of his beloved weapon gave him a small sense of security.
His other hand checked the quiver on his back, arrows were intact and enough. He has a habit of carrying a lot of extras.
'At least something is right'
A faint rustle came from behind him. He didn't fully turn just a small glance over his shoulder was enough.
There.
Something moved between the trees, hidden by the overgrown undergrowth.
It was low on the ground, its gaze boring into his back. He could feel the hunger rolling off it.
It looked like a wolf with five eyes but bigger, thinner, and more weather-worn.
His fingers slid pulling the arrow free in one smooth motion, setting it against the string. The draw came naturally, his breath steady but then, he stopped before he could release it.
A flicker of hesitation passed through his psyche.
'... let's see'
