Leah made a vague, noncommittal noise, mostly to show she was still listening. When it came to causing damage, Leah vastly preferred to use her claws and her teeth--or her fists, since the other two were no longer an option. But she got the appeal of shooting a gun. Her dad had taught her to shoot as soon as she'd been big enough to handle a BB gun.

Her second throw isn't all that impressive, but it does manage to stick in the board. By the third she's adjusted and confident enough that she won't keep embarrassing herself. Leah could be stubborn as hell, but she was a quick study.

"So, what, do people bring in the boar the old fashioned way?" She glanced over her shoulder as she retrieved the darts from the board, and the one that had fallen to the floor. "Bows and arrows? Spears?"