Emmanuelle Brenna
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Emma let herself be molded the way Amy wanted her to stand, shifting her grip so that the bow felt secure in her arms. An arrow was fitted in the bow, and her arms began to tremble lightly from the strain of pulling and holding it to her cheek, but her ears flattened and her brows furrowed in determination. The dog walked over to a nearby tree and created a ring in which she assumed the point was hit the middle. Eying the middle of the ring, she pointed the bow and arrow carefully, then released the arrow. It zipped through the air, making a loud thunk where it hit. Lowering the bow, she stepped forward to see where it had landed. It was in the ring, but definitely not in the middle. It was almost touching one of the bordering knives. Snorting at her failure in disgust, she marched toward the tree, grasping at the head and carefully withdrew it from the tree, making sure the arrow was not harmed in the process.
Making note of the mark, she walked back to her previous spot and assumed the stance that Amy had taught her, fitting the bow with the arrow and drawing it back tightly against her cheek. Her mouth was set in a grim line as she focused all of her energy into the proper stance and power as she let the arrow fly once again, it thunking into the ring more solidly. Trotting back to the tree, she saw where it had hit and smiled. It was more near the middle this time. Looking at Amy for approval, she removed it and went back to her spot for the third try. She shot it more quickly this time, hitting her mark square in the middle. It was probably beginners luck, so she didn't think much of it as she went back to the tree and removed the arrow once more. Walking over to Amy, she handed the pale dog the bow and arrow back.
Moving herself a few feet back as to not smother the other woman, she let her hands clasp together behind her back again, looking upon the dog in front of her. " So you mentioned earlier that you could deliver things, even if they were unusual.. " The russet-streaked youth began, bringing a furred finger to her bottom lip in thought. " How long would it take you to find a pair of lynx cubs? One female, one male. And more importantly, what would you expect in payment? I have leather working skills, woodworking skills and hunting skills. " Her tone was full of thought, Amy could be extremely valuable to their pack, though she would not mention the possibility of setting up a meeting between her leader and Amy just yet, not until she had an audience with him and got everything confirmed.
She smiled to herself, pleased with her thoughts. Amy had brightened up so much at the mention of trading, if everything went through Emma was sure this would be please her even more, and if her clan leader did not wish to have such relationships, then she would have ample things made for payment.
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