Donald
There was a certain nip in the air, that if Jhi'ro wasn't covered in fur, he would find it unbearably cold. Decked out in leather armor, with a wooden bow wrapped in bandages, the young Khajiit was sent on a solo hunt. This time of year, rabbits had started to burrow, deer began to retreat to warmth, but one animal was still behind on preparations- the bear. If he brought home a bear, Jhi'ro would be able to feed everyone for a while. "Alright..." Jhi'ro muttered, scanning the forest floor. "They should be around here. Hmm... Maybe if I rub the meat with some elves ear I can give it a more earthy flavor."
Christopher
Larios is seen walking on the road, his steel mace attached to a loop on his belt, his shield hanging on his shoulder from a strap, his cloak hood pulled over his head. He can be heard murmuring a prayer to himself, then sighs. "Another cold day in Skyrim." He says to himself, taking a seat on a nearby rock
Donald
Movement could be seen out of the corner of Jhi'ro's eye, and when he turned his head, he noticed a bear walking along a nearby stream. Crouching, Jhi'ro moved behind a tree trunk all while keeping an eye on his prey. He took his bow off his back, and readied one of the steel arrows he brought in his quiver. As soon as he moved to take the shot, the bear stood on its back legs and roared loudly. It knew someone was here.
Christopher
He stands up, alert, readying his mace and shield and moving cautiously toward the sound, "It's always something isn't it." He says, readying a firebolt in his shield hand, continuing forward toward the noise
Donald
The bear roared once more, its nose to the air as it sniffed for the location of its prey. Jhi'ro froze the moment the bear began running in his direction. He tried to think back to all that his mom taught him about hunting. His mind raced with those memories and the faces of his pack going hungry because he failed. Hesitating, he let loose an arrow.
James
The arrow flies past the bear, embedding into a tree behind, the bear slashes at Jhi'ro with his claws