[He was in the midst of resharpening an arrowhead when Judy made her way in. His eyes flicked upward, thanking his absent god for a brief spell of luck. It'd been a hard commodity to come by.]

A gift. [A rumbling laugh echoed in his chest.] See, I told a friend of mine that I would make something for her, and I like to keep my promises.

[Setting the arrow down, he reached over and picked up the bow. After wriggling free of his seat, he approached the rabbit with a smile.]

Try it out, see how it feels in your hands.