Craving Some Venison Stew

The leopard offered her part of the kill for her help, which Vanille may have expected but would have never felt hurt if the woman denied her or was greedy. She wasn't one for confrontation. "That's nice of you." She nodded with a smile. Vanille watched as the raven divided the cord in half and then gave her the second piece. "My name is Vanille."

She had set the few sticks she collected to the side, laying down to start working on the cord that was given to her. She started to twist her line into a loop for the snare, but looked up to the woman when she asked, "Is it similar to hare snares?" She grabbed the stick that the leopard had tossed her way, just in case she needed this one specifically compared to the small pile she had accumulated.

"Vanille"
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