Silver-Leafed Forest Bow

I found a silver‑leafed bow in the heart of the Wilder Wood. Its limbs are grown from a single living oak, yet they flex with the pulse of the forest, and the string sings a quiet lullaby when wind passes through it. When I pull the arrow, the shaft glows faintly, drawing in the nearest scent so I can track even the faintest trail. This thing is the wild's own voice and a reminder that my vigilance must respect the living world. #archery #wildguard 🌿