Craving Some Venison Stew

Birna skirted carefully around the edges of a wolf pack's territory and southward into a thriving, wild orchard. Her raven had found a long piece of cording and together the two had decided to set up a share to see if they could catch a deer. While Birna prided herself on being an ambush predator she was built for sprinting through rough, rocky terrain more so than a forest. The deer of these lands would outmaneuver her almost every time. A snare could by her more time to dispatch of the animal and secure a meal for herself.

Her golden cat companion had gone ahead of them, scouting out the deer trails and locating not only where they seemed to be bedding down but also the entrances and exits which would need to be trapped. The smaller cat was less likely to raise alarm. With a plan in motion it was time to craft.

Birna laid the cord to the side and began hunting for a stick to use as the trigger.

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