Hunting the Hunter

The work on the snares felt like more work than the pit had been. Digging was a mindless task. Tying took concentration and attention. More often than not, Aslatiel's tongue protruded from the corner of her maw, a sign that she was paying absolute attention to her knot work.

Azure broke her from this concentration, asking if they could make the snares stronger. "Hmm," she said aloud, her focus broken. The girl tilted her head in thought. To make a vine stronger... She remembered Aunt Io's harness for her cart; the one that she used her little reindeer to pull. "Aunt Io winds the vines together to make them stronger. They're the same on Dad's cart too." Taking up a few of the thinner vines, Aslatiel did her best to recreate the wound vines that she remembered.

After a while of work, she showed her finished progress to Azure. Because she'd used three thin vines, the rope came out about the same width as a standard vine, but it was much stronger. Almost impossible to break. Impossible for her, at least. "If we make the snare the same way, it will be stronger. We might need some oil or fat to put on the loop so that it slides past all of the bumps." Again she tilted her head, looking towards her big brother. "What do you think?"