You Might Want to Look Away

Aslatiel had begun early in the morning before Basilisk even rose. She'd collected a large pile of vines and was currently braiding them together like her aunt Io had shown her. Today she was hunting. A curious thought had struck the girl while she slept and she needed to know the answer. So the aim today was to catch a deer or two and find out.

The first set of vines had taken a long time to braid. By the time she reached the third set, her paws were flying. Right over middle, left over middle. Right over middle, left over middle. She was crafting thick, sturdy snares. All the better to catch her hoofy prey with.