drop goes the boar

With the summer warming the southern parts of Boreas, it was bringing the boars out. He'd even picked up the scent of some in the area, though had yet to come across any himself. Usually it was a panther lingering around the water fishing or taking out the ever present boar population that never seemed to shrink in size. Despite the presence of the large pack nearby, these predators and pesky boars didn't seem phased. It wasn't exactly on his nerves, but if they got any closer he felt that they would soon have a problem. However today, he was more interested in building a few traps to scatter around the armada territory in case any of these predators or boar decided to venture in. Of course it wouldn't take an Armada wolf long to notice such guest, but it would definitely help just in case.

After building the pitfall with the giant lion up north, he was interested in doing a similar task. However, there weren't as many trees as here as there were in the woods. If he wanted trees, he'd have to venture to the beach to find driftwood. That would be fine, however would require many trips. Lucky enough for him, this field was full of moderate sized rocks. With a combination of rocks and stakes, Grimshaw couldn't imagine it not being enough. Again, most of these traps didn't need to kill the animal as much as it needed to wound and trap it.

Near the edge of the territory, Grimshaw would begin to dig. Unlike the trap he built with the cat, this hole would take him the better part of the day to dig if someone didn't come along and help out.

"Speech."