get good, kid

Scouring the north again, Wren began to feel a bit better about being new here. She also knew now the names of the two lands connected together. Boreas and Auster. Things that folks had told her too, like packs and locations. Keeping low to the ground, she gathered snare materials. It had worked well enough with Gimli, so she thought to try again. Maybe she could find some weasels around here. They seemed to be active.

First, she'd collect spare pieces of wood. Making a small pile, Wren circled it once before heading off. She needed rope of some kind. Wishing she still had the catgut, she searched. It wasn't until a familiar scent hit her nose that she paused. An ear twitched as the bulking shadow of the lad came into sight. Her tail flickered once in greeting. "Didn't think I'd see you again so soon."

"Speech"
1/3 craft snare