can you take this spike?

After meeting the massive cat that thankfully wasn't going to eat him now that they successfully killed that polar bear, Grimshaw offered to help build a trap so that she could have another source of food. Since she was so large, Grim could only imagine what it would take to feed her and bears weren't walking around like the rabbits were. With a pitfall in mind, Grimshaw moved around the woods in search of a place worthy enough of building it. Far enough away from her herbivore companions that he questioned, but close enough that she wouldn't be traveling to the ends of the earth for a meal. Once built, all she would need to do is reset the trap. Anything from bears to moose could fall in and she'd be set for her meal. The real challenge was keeping her hoofed friends away from the trap. Hopefully they're weren't as ignorant as the hoofed animal he ate for breakfast.

When a location was found, Grimshaw pointed to a collection of fallen trees and branches. "We need to take a few of those, dig a hole, and stick them in there. Something falls in and dies, or is at least too wounded to get back out. You cover it so they don't see it coming, okay? Don't let your friends near it." He added, moving over towards the fallen trees. "You start digging a hole, I'll get the sticks over." She seemed better suited for digging, but if he were being honest he wasn't sure about getting the trees over yet.

"Speech."