Walking outside with the weapon, I test the string 'dry' - without an arrow. It pulls back very easily and I even feel the moment all its intricate parts help take the load off the draw. With so much less strain, it's easier to focus and shift aim.
"Ravi would have loved this…"
My second brother, golden-cream fur like the sun he was named after. Always laughing, warm to me, and full of a vitality that drew others - beast, human, shifted or not. I can see him in my head still, in all those positive ways.
> In ways I sometimes would like to pretend never existed, just to make things easier for myself. Just like with that Alpha, it would be so easy to deal with if they were awful people. <
Often sneaking into the royal hunting grounds shortly after I did, his beast form would hastily shift to his humanoid appearance before hopping forward and demonstrating the proper stance with a bow. Not wasting any time lest we were caught being where we shouldn't be.
