Deacon drew back the string of his bow, one eye closed as he stared down the shaft, his arm muscles barely feeling the pull of the bow as he calmed his breathing. The small gray rabbit had no idea it was about to be tonight's dinner. Holding his breath, Deacon released the arrow, the shaft whistling through the air as it split the quietness of the forest on Dark Moon Mountain, silently entering the rabbit and bringing the trip to a satisfying conclusion. Deacon held the pose until the arrow found its target and only then did he release the breath he held and lowered his arms. With a smirk, he glanced over at Morgan and Logan who stood behind him, Logan chuckling as he shook his head. Morgan just stood there with his mouth open.
Logan laughed harder as he pointed to the dead rabbit. “I thi
