can you take this spike?

Whether or not the big cat had faith in him was neither here nor there. He would never understand the friendship with hoofed animals, but he wouldn't begin to question and judge the giant cat for doing so. He'd leave his questions to himself and worry about himself. If helping this big cat build a trap she didn't know she wanted or needed then perhaps it would keep himself or even the whole Armada safe from her should something go awry, or perhaps they could rely on her help someday. It wasn't a pressuring thought, and lucky for the cat he needed something to do anyway. Better than running home to curl up with Malachai anyway, especially if it brought him some good fortune in the future.

Approaching the sticks, he settled with just using his own strength to being dragging them over one by one. Thankfully they wouldn't need many to get the job done, so he settled with the amount it took before he got too tired and it seemed to be plenty based on the size of the hole she had been digging, which looked plenty big enough to him. "There's no reason it shouldn't, it will just be a waiting game. Even if the stakes don't work at killing or even wounding the animal, it will be trapped." He was a little out of breath, but nothing a good sit wouldn't do. Relaxing near the edge of the hole she'd been digging, he assessed it's size. "That should be deep enough. We just need to carve the sharp ends on the sticks and drive them into the ground. I have a knife, so I can sharpen them if you think you can dig them into the dirt?"

"Speech."