Lyra ventured into the surrounding trees, her bow in hand and her senses keenly attuned to her surroundings. The cool morning air brushed against her skin, invigorating her senses as she set out in search of breakfast.

With practiced precision, Lyra stalked through the underbrush, her footsteps silent as she scanned the forest floor for signs of prey. A pair of rabbits nibbling on tender shoots caught her eye, and she crouched low, her muscles coiled like springs as she took aim. 

With a steady hand, she drew her bowstring taut, her focus narrowing to a singular point as she lined up her shot. In one fluid motion, she released the arrow, watching with satisfaction as it sailed through the air and struck its target. The rabbit fell with a soft thud, its companion darting away into the undergrowth.

As she retrieved her kill, Lyra felt a small surge of pride at her skill with the bow. Hunting was becoming a second nature to her, honed in her weeks of surviving alone. She'd been pleased to find that stealth and archery came rather easily to her.

With her prize in hand, Lyra made her way back to the campsite, mind refreshed, her footsteps light as she approached the sound of the crackling fire. As she drew closer, a grin tugged at the corners of her lips, an idea forming in her mind. 

With a playful twinkle in her eye, Lyra crept closer to where Finrod lay, his peaceful slumber evident in the rise and fall of his chest. Gathering a handful of fallen twigs, she waited for the perfect moment before letting out a sudden, sharp snap.

The sound echoed through the clearing, breaking the stillness of the morning and startling her companion awake. As he jolted upright, his eyes wide with surprise, Lyra couldn't contain her laughter, her mirth bubbling over.

"Gotcha!" she called out, her grin widening as she revealed herself from her hiding spot behind a nearby tree. "A bit jumpy this morning, are we?" 

With a playful flick of her wrist, Lyra tossed the rabbits she had caught onto the ground beside the fire, pulling a blade from her belt with ease and sitting on the log before them to remove the hides. She flashed Finrod a teasing smile.