who's asking?

He continued to work on his part of the trap as Wren answered him. He paused for a moment as he listened. It was a shame, wasn't it? When others abandoned you like that? He knew the feeling. His parents had basically abandoned him, and the pack he had been born into..while they were around, they had largely acted as if he didn't exist. Except for Recluse. She had bullied him and picked fights with him. Even after he had left. "Aye, ah know how ye feel, lass. I was abandoned when I was a wee pup. The pack I lived in still stands, but in me head and heart, they might as well not exist. They didnae care abou' me much. Spoiled high and mighty lot they are!" He spit into the dirt when he thought about the Kleins. And he hated that he was even related to them, but oh well. He wasn't a Klein in his book. He had changed his surname, and it was all for the better.

Knut finished whittling the wood he'd been working on and passed it to Gimli. With an exclamation of satisfaction, Gimli began to tie the leader line around the end of the hook piece, and then tied the snare part to the other end. "Who need 'em though, right? In the end, ye kin only count on yerself, and those closest to ye that ye can trust." He glanced at Knut, grateful that he had met the cat. "Right. I think we're abou' done with these? I know a good spot we can set them up." He stood, gathering the snare and waited to see if she wanted to follow, or if she wanted him to set hers up as well.