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10-02-2020, 03:05 PM (This post was last modified: 10-02-2020, 03:05 PM by Hanzō.)
crafting post 1/3


The Ashen stores were a bit of a mess. Though Hattori wasn't exactly the sort who agreed with the concept of slaves what was the point of keeping them around if they wouldn't keep things neat and orderly? Pushing that aside Hattori was quickly distracted when he found a long reel of metallic wire and claimed it as his own. He wasn't typically the sort who needed to resort to crafting to get the job done, since he was more than capable of filling his own stomach and adding to Ashen's caches, but he found himself somewhat curious of the possibilities. Perhaps he could make some sort of trip wire, it would make the chase a little easier which was in his opinion the most tedious part of hunting.  With this in mind he set off in the early hours of the morning, arriving at the Prairie a little while after the sun had risen.

Noticing a herd of grazing horses in the distance, Hattori gave it a wide berth as he cut through the prairie. The first and arguably most important part of his plan was to find the best spot to place his trip wire. Given the nature of the terrain he couldn't simply wrap the wire between a couple of trees and hope for the best, it'd take a bit more work than that. His eyes narrowed in focus, observing the gentle slopes that covered the majority of the Prairie and he tsked, flashing a bit of tooth around the roll of wire. If he planted his trap in the middle of the field he'd run the risk of it being spotted long, making all of this a waste of time and effort. But he didn't have any real alternatives either, or at least that appeared to be the case at first. With a flick of his ear he was on the move again, trotting up one of the gentle slopes that was tall enough to conceal the other side. From what he'd seen horses tended to flee at the first sign of danger, if he could lure them into running up and over the hill then they wouldn't have time to notice the trap he'd laid on the side.

Dropping the spool of wire at his paws, Hattori unhooked the end with a deft flick of his talon. It was a little difficult to manoeuvre given that like any other wolf he lacked the dexterity and opposable thumbs but with enough fiddling he managed to pull out a decent length of wire. Cutting it off was another matter entirely. As sharp as his talons were there was no way he could cut through metal, nor was chewing through it really an option either. Then what about cutting it with a rock? Upon finding one with sharp and jagged edges he struck the wire, hitting the same spot over and over till the wire began to fray. It was awkward and his neck muscles ached at the unnatural strain but with enough effort and perseverance he managed to cut the piece loose.  Now he'd need to cut another just in cause the first didn't do the job, after all two traps were better than one.

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