work is never done!
sirius
06-12-2022, 05:00 PM
She nodded. Her eyes were on the snare, the fluttering of wings causing her attention to drift and focus. Wren hunkered down against the earth, letting the snow swallow her up and hopefully give her cover. Sirius would be harder to hide. She had a fleeting thought of throwing him at the pheasant that came into view, pecking and scavenging. The thought was amusing. Sirius would easily flatten the bird. She withheld her snort of laughter, watching as the prey closed in on the acorns. She had tried to grind them and sprinkle the dust. She flung herself forward when she heard the snap of the snare. The pheasant struggled wildly in the brush. She closed the distance. Mortis had been talked with, but Keahi was someone new. She hoped they'd be able to help her with her task. But first, the pheasant. She needed it dead. 3/3 craft snare 2/3 use snare (pheasant) |
put me out of my misery
THINK MY HEART IS HISTORY
nothing can fix me
THINK MY HEART IS HISTORY
nothing can fix me