It was rather noisy in the forest. The constant shuffling of footsteps ruined the quiet ambiance and alerted two hares to a foreign presence. Their ears perked up as well as their heads as they scanned the area and waited to see if they would need to scamper away.

From the opposite direction the hares ran away from, a bow-wielding man emerged from the bushes he had been hiding behind. Another pitchfork-holding man came out from behind him along with a highly-excited young male with a small hunting bow. Two other youths were behind; one was a sickly-looking young man with a long staff and a sturdy-looking male with a wood-chopping axe.

“Ah! There’s a hare over there!”

The young man with the bow whispered. He was already notching his bow to aim at the hare when the man in front of him held his hand up.

“Don’t loose your arrow so quickly, Stone!” The male warned, “We’re chasing after a deer’s tracks, you’ll scare it away. Stay behind us and don’t make a sound.”

“Oh…” Dejected, Stone unnotched the arrow from his bow and sighed.

Bai...