Archer: Chapter 3: Part 1 Archer: Chapter 3 A slight breeze whispers in my ear as the leaves dance. I close my eyes and set my arrow, breathe, and release. "Yelp!" A hit. I sniff, now opening my eyes. The wind shifts to my profit. North...West, about 30 yards. I walk toward the kill, holding my bow, prepared for any predator that may be gorging themselves on it. I come upon a Gray, Male, Timber wolf. Its tongue lay on the ground, a pool if blood surrounds it, the arrow through it's heart. I pick it up, and haul it back to the point of origin. I lay it next to the large tree. I aim upward, and fire ad arrow through the branches, knocking countless twigs and pinecones off it and they plummet to earth. I stack them in a pile and light a fire, the flames move whimsically across the brush. I dig in a bag thats hid in a hole inside of the tree. I pull out a machete, another object left behind by my father. I severe the wolf. Head, stomach, legs, claws, teeth, mouth, heart. I put the teeth and claws aside, and strip the flesh from the remaining body parts and drop the bones in a pile with the wolf's weapons. I grab to large sticks with a forked end and jab them in the dirt