Getting Tripped Up

Having spent some one-on-one time with Satira, Aslatiel decided to take the following day to spend with Arcturus. She led the boy out to the very same orchard where she and her daughter had sort of fought a bear the day prior. Really, they bullied a sleep bear into leaving, but they made up for it later by fighting an actual, grumpy bear. Either way, the girl had gotten her time with mom, now it was the boys turn.

While at the orchard yesterday, Asla had caught the scent of horses. Horse meat could go a long way and as she had been keeping their own separate food stores, one good kill could get the three of them through the winter. Today she returned, Arc in tow, with a long stretch of rope looped around her neck. No doubt she looked kind of silly with such a large amount of rope, but there was a point to it.

"We need to find two strong trees that aren't too far apart, but have a wide opening on the other side for prey to run through. We want them to want to run through here." Asla explained to the golden boy as she chose two trees. Uncoiling the rope from around her neck, Asla showed Arc how to cut the rope into three long, equal pieces with a small knife that she'd brought with her. "They need to all be the same length. Here, you do this one." Turning the knife in her paw, she offered the hilt to the boy, allowing him to take it and cut through the last bit of rope. Hopefully he had been watching her work so he would know what to do.

"Aslatiel"