Hannibal watched as she took her stance. The bow seemed to be the perfect fit for her, he had not yet told her, but it was his mother's bow. He saw her take her aim and found himself impressed with her quick adjustment. He knew where the arrow would strike as soon as she loosed it smoothly. There was approval in his eyes as he looked at her. A smirk of pride threatening at the corners of his mouth.

"Are you certain you have never hunted before My Lady?" He asked as he handed her another arrow. "See if you can strike just above my arrow." He said. If she could be accurate two times in a row...then she was indeed a natural huntress.