work is never done!
sirius
06-12-2022, 06:00 PM
The struggling bird met her teeth. Licking blood from her lips, along with a few feathers, Wren glanced at the alpha as he requested her snare. She shrugged. "You can take it" she unhooked the pheasant from the trap and brought it to Sirius, depositing it before him "I used some catgut I found on your land, so this is technically yours." She did not mind, considering she had used it in pursuit of hunting for the pack. And she also did not mind Sirius taking it for his own use. "I can always make more" she added, bending to pluck the pheasant from the earth "you can add it to the cache, so some else can use it!" she added brightly, flashing him a grin. Just make sure the wolf knew what they were doing, using it. She'd hate for it to break. At the end of the day, Sirius and Wren would part. She'd take her pheasant back and pluck it, placing its hardy and soft feathers in her den. If he used the snare for anything else, she didn't really care. But the man had expressed trapping live prey. /end 3/3 craft snare 3/3 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