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Wren would grow to hate using snares to catch food. While she preferred to hunt openly and with honour, there was simpleness in using traps. She just hated watching from afar the prey struggling and dying slowly. It was a tough watch. Anyone worth a shred of sympathy could feel the same. Nobody broken wouldn't break inside, watching it.

So when a rabbit crossed the path, nibbling and sniffing, she waited. Her gut told her to chase it, to hunt it naturally. But she'd wait for her chance to nab it with the snare. Maybe it'd work. Maybe not. The only animals she didn't mind killing were fish. Stupid, ugly fish. The rabbit hopped closer and closer, and finally succumbed to curiosity.

Its shriek was cut off as it's air was.

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3/3 craft snare
2/3 use snare