who's asking?

She glanced at him as he spoke his piece too. While she frowned inwardly, her expression betrayed no emotion. Gimli didn't seem the type to want someone to feel bad for him anyway. "Well" she paused briefly, scowling at last "that fucking sucks." It was all the capacity she had in her to be angry about something she knew little about. At least he had his companion with him. She didn't have one. Maybe she'd never bond with one.

They continued on as before. Working the traps and making them. She trusted his judgement about where to place them and gave a nod. "I'll put mine somewhere else." Wren decided to see if they had good luck on both sides. She rose to all fours, dragging the trap with her (carefully, mind you!) and finding a place at last. It took a few circles before she smelt some rabbit and saw their footsteps. Making sure the snare was probably covered, she'd find a place to watch and wait.

"Speech"
3/3 craft snare
1/3 use snare