get good, kid

He didn't seem to have a big head about it. Good. She didn't want to associate with an egotistic wolf. Basilisk gave a nod, and he seemed to be thinking about her words. He didn't have to, but he did anyway. She grinned inwardly, pleased she could at least give some advice to another and they listened. Sybil hadn't really done such a thing. Seemed like in and out one ear. Wren didn't talk to hear herself speak. She had opinions to give.

"Okay" she glanced around, spotting a dense brush. She picked up the singular trap and approached it, clearing the foliage with her paws and holding the snare in her jaws. The smell of prey was heavy here. She tried not to leave her own scent too much on it. Quickly making a loop when she set down the snare with the rope, she left it and covered it back up. "we need to wait." she added to the lad.

Wren would lead them back to an opposite location, sitting down against the snow coloured earth. She glanced to her side, indicating Basilisk could sit there if he wanted. The whole point of a trap was to wait and see, and see if it worked. Weasel was heavy in the air, so she opted to guess that's what they'd catch.

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3/3 craft trap
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