Call Me MacGyver

"Monster traps, hm? This sounds like an important task indeed." Jupiter nodded gravely. It was a very important task. Monsters got into all kinds of mischief and if you weren't careful they could hurt you or someone you loved. It was important that he trap as many as he could.

"Amadeus taught me," he told Ashiel proudly. The tamarin's old troop had made them for self defense. It was a skill that Amadeus' grandfather had taught his father and his father had taught him, and since he had no offspring of his own, he taught Jupiter.

"A family tradition," Amadeus elaborated, "Wild cats prey upon my people," Hawks too; he was acutely aware of Ashiel's new companion, "And we used these traps to protect us from their efforts."

"Nice to meet you, Griff!"

Jupiter's eye brightened at Ashiel's trade suggestion. That sounded like a great idea! He eyed the snake hungrily. Wouldn't that be a nice thing to take back to his family? They'd be impressed, wouldn't they? He nodded vigorously before it occurred to him that Amadeus needed to agree too. His worried gaze shot to the trees, but he needn't have worried; Amadeus nodded his approval. "Yeah, that sounds great to me!"

Jupiter snatched up a stick and trotted over to Ashiel. He motioned to a stick laying in front of the yearling before flopping down in front of him. "Okay, first thing you gotta do is split one end of the stick." Carefully he laid one end of the stick over his left foreleg and then held it down firmly with his right foreleg. "It's kinda tricky; I've broken a few of 'em, but if you can bite it just right at the top then you can like, slide your teeth further in and split it further." He opened his mouth and was on the verge of biting the stick when it occurred to him that he hadn't told Ashiel everything yet. "Oh, and you wanna split it about this," he moved his paws off the stick to show Ashiel a space that was about eight inches long, "Far."

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”