get good, kid

He would seem amused by being caught. It wasn't like he was trying to hide well, but she'd keep that to herself. A smirk crossed her lips instead, knowing he was just too massive and dark to hide at all in these conditions. The ivory kept him looking like a sore thumb. His companion(s) trailed after him. Must be nice; she hadn't bonded with any animal in any land. Not yet anyway.

"What else would I be doing but hunting?" she scoffed with good humour, shaking her head as if clearing it "I'm trying to figure out trap making, but I prefer the natural way honestly." Hearing she was so close to Armada made her nervous, even if she had an acquaintance in Basilisk. He said once upon a time he would let her leave if she needed their services though.

But she didn't trust him yet. Not completely. "You wouldn't happen to have any rope or string, would you?" she asked at last. Her gaze turned back to the pile of wood, and she approached it. Wren began to sort through it, finding a sharp piece and pulling it out. A boulder nearby, half hidden in snow, was used to file it to a fine point.

"Speech"
2/3 craft trap