get good, kid

It was a waiting game.

Wren knew she would like to chat more, but patience was required and silence needed. Thankfully, about ten minutes of total quiet passed before a weasel hopped into view. She made herself still - er, more still if possible. Her blue eyes locked onto the frame of the prey as it hopped closer to the snare. When it was before the bush, she lowered herself to crawl toward it. The woman flicked a tail for Basilisk to be still and remain there.

Herding was more practical; just in case the weasel didn't take the bait. She growled softly, startling the small critter into jumping into the brush. With a sick snap! the rope tangled around it. Wren was still novice at snare making, so she lunged forward before it could potentially escape the trap. With a deciding bite, she ended its life. The weasel had time to shriek shortly, but the pines remained relatively still of movement.

Wren reappeared with the weasel in her jaws, walking back to Basilisk.

"Speech"
3/3 craft trap
3/3 use trap