Winter 3, 124
Fluffy finished all her chores and finally had some time to herself. She began walk along the path leading through the massive basin that she resided in. She thought that being away from others would do her some good. She'd borrowed a shortbow and she wanted to get some shooting practice in. She'd learned a little about guns too from her recent trip abroad but she didn't think she would ever prefer such a loud weapon to a bow. She wasn't great at using a bow either but it wasn't for lack of trying.
Fluffy walked without purpose. She knew what she should be doing, practicing combat, but her motivation just wasn't there. Feeling the sun on her face made her a little more cheery, but it wasn't enough to make her want to ache all over. The path was sprinkled with a light snow, and there were a few birds were singing in the nearby trees. She stopped to take in the beauty of nature.
When she reached a clearing, Fluffy took out her bow and started shooting at a tree for warm up. This was a commonly used target practice area. It was daytime however, quite early in the morning at that and that meant nobody was going to be using it. People around here were nocturnal after all.
The arrows flew through the air with speed, their tails streaming behind them as they made their way to the tree. Fluffy adjusted her stance, drawing the bowstring back until her fingers brushed her cheekbone. With a deep breath, she released the arrow and watched it embed itself in the trunk of the tree. She practiced her aim and was soon hitting the tree somewhat accurately.
After a few minutes of practice, Fluffy decided it was time to shoot at harder targets. She started aiming her arrows at birds in the snow tipped trees but she missed every time. After missing several shots, Fluffy decided to switch tactics. She tried to anticipate the birds' movements and then release the arrow when she had a good shot.
She wished she could hear a satisfying squawking sound of the bird getting hit in midair. Unfortunately she wasn't even close.
Kage was walking not too far away. He had been on his way back from work and his head was hurting. This was the kind of ache that wouldn't go away on its own even if he took a nap. He'd been up all night and the bright light of the sun made him wish he'd gotten home a little earlier. There had been a lot of paperwork to read through, briefings to give, etc. Nothing he would consider particularly exciting.