EVA LEVESQUE
“Why did dad even think of this? It’s not like we’re still kids.” The air was cold even through multiple layers of clothing. My grip on the crossbow on my hand is slowly turning into stone because of the temperature. Snow-covered my boots that get buried every step deeper into the woods.
“I think this is fine,” Sigrid said, leading the way in front of me, “it has been years since we went on a hunt.”
It was a hobby that I and the others did ever since we were twelve. On a snowy day where the forest near our neighborhood was covered in snow, we went out to hunt snow rabbits that could serve as a delicacy, and their fur can be made into hats. I was against it at first because of its white fur, ruby-red eyes, and overall cuteness but it soon changed when I saw it hunt a fully-
