Robin moved swiftly and silently through the ancient forest, his leaf-green hood blending with the trees, his mighty bow of yew in his hand. He stopped before the clearing, watching the creature from the shadows, sunlight dancing along its white coat as he stretched back the bowstring.
It turned to look at him with a monarch’s gaze, soul-deep, and he laid his bow aside.
This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Rebecca Johnston for the prompt photo!