"A tiger, then," The girl said with a sigh, relaxing as she sat down on the branch of the tree. "And arrows do perfectly fine in a place like this, however using a bow is rather different from an open area." She looked around as she hoisted her yew longbow once more, nocking one of the many arrows in her quiver. Her eyes narrowed underneath her hood, as she looked down and left. Lifting the bow, she waited. After a few seconds, she seemed to have spotted something in between the trees, and let the arrow fly, as it quietly whistled from her branch, between the tree trunks, and sink into the eye of a squirrel, fifteen yards away from her. The squirrel fell from the tree, landing on the ground with a thud. The girl sudden jumped up back into a crouch on the branch, and launched herself off, swinging from branch to branch and landing softly besides the recently felled game. She picked the squirrel up, before walking back to the tree at which she had sat before, laying the squirrel down beside the rabbit while she thanked Mother Nature, once more, for the food. Looking back at the man, she spoke. "It all depends on how you use the bow."