Jars, Jars, Jars

While this activity seemed like it could be based on physical prowess, Rags had spent much of the waning light of day trying to figure out how she could be successful without tripping over herself. Swinging a vessel around like some other wolves seemed to be doing was decidedly not in her forte, and her body was already stiff from digging.

So she had set up a trap. While other wolves flailed about, Rags set in front of a jar that had a small piece of honeycomb and some fruit set within it. She watched it closely, hoping that some fireflies would flit their way in along with the other bugs she had begun to attract. Spotting Lyra, who seemed to equally as frustrated as some others she'd seen, Rags softly called her over. "You could try a different method?" She suggested.

Attempt #1 - no companion