Four and Twenty Blackbirds

Éldi chuckled at the mention of rescuing him from a bear. "Speaking of bears, I've fought two bears already since coming here. Not sure if it is a sign or just a bad winter." The frequent battles with other predators had taught him much but he was anxious for a moment of peace to focus on his hunting. As soon as they had their band together he could go back to fighting other wolves.

He glanced at Valkyrie surprised she'd already used snares but he let it slide. Some days it seemed like he was perpetually behind in everything but his mother had always been busy and there was only so much he could pester her about. His father, of course, was a non-factor. "What is a spear?" The raven cleared his throat. "A sharp stick. Let's not get distracted, Éldi. Now you'll probably need my help with this one." The bird found wolves to be creatures lacking in precision. He pulled out some twine he'd stolen from an old human dwelling and carefully set it beneath his claws. "Ok, we're going to need a couple sticks a little less wide than the width of your wrist let's say. And a rock. We're going to build a drowning snare."

Éldi grinned apologetically at Valkyrie. Askr had been absolutely insistant. He looked around and spied a rock that wasn't too far off though it looked like he was going to have to do some digging to get it completely dislodged. Setting himself to the task he began to dig, kicking up mud as he worked his way around the rock, occasionally leaning his body against it to loosen it further with his weight. The shape was workable, he felt he should be able to move it chunkily from it's resting spot closer to the river to make a drowning snare. They'd have to move farther up shore though to an area where a fallen tree had created a steeper embankment.