To deal with my mental state, I figured that I needed to do something at least a little relaxing. I found a suitable clearing about fifty yards from where I'd pulled out the shipping container - far enough that any missed shots would not likely strike my makeshift den.
A few fallen trunks at least as thick as my torso would make sufficient archery targets, since I'm not overly concerned about arrow integrity. I spent several minutes finding those of a size that I could pull into the Stash and learning how to 'summon' them in the directions I needed.
Several more minutes went by carving concentric circles into the center one's surface, with one of the hunting knives. To create crude but functional target rings, like the kind I'd used before - and a little like Helene had seen the Omegas of her pack using.
> Might have been quicker to do this with claws, but not as pretty. And this is sort of calming. <
