Cross my heart and hope to die

With her cousin carrying the snares in her mouth and Bodin set to lead the way to the warrens, there was little Rota could do but follow along. Under other circumstances, she might have rolled her eyes but she had endured far worse company in her day. She kept half an emerald eye out for short, stout branches that could serve as stakes to hold their snares in place. No point setting the noose if the rabbit was just going to run off with their hard work. Three was slightly more than she could carry at once, and so she hoped if nobody else thought to grab any that they would be able to locate another near enough to where the rabbits dwelled.

Once they had arrived, she took up one of the snares and lowered her nose to sniff at the criss-crossing paths. The trails seemed laid thickly enough across the ground, and with the sun growing low in the sky, she was sure the long eared snacks would be making their appearance soon enough. The pumpkin and mud marked woman chose her opening and secured a snare in position, mindful that any excessive wolf scent at the door might discourage them from leaving this way. She plucked some nearby vegetation and scattered it around and over the snare, helping to disguise it better (though she wasn’t sure it would matter in the failing light). Snare set, now all there was to do was wait, preferably somewhere warm, with food at the ready.

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