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"Oh, you don't have to pay me anything. I'm more than happy to help." Corbie waved away his offer of payment. She thought it was bittersweet and admirable that the male was trying to continue to use what a long-passed uncle had taught him. It felt like... honoring the uncle's memory, something that greatly appealed to a woman who had so few memories of family who had passed. She did the same with the drinks she made, following in her mother's footsteps.

She poked through the wood she'd gathered for fires - she hadn't intended them to be used for snares, but perhaps he'd be willing to trade the slender branches he'd cut for the thicker pieces she'd be using. She took enough for two snare frames, and carefully pulled six pieces of sinew from the twist that formed the harness of her sledge.

She passed half the supplies to Deus. She figured the best way to learn was to do, so she'd grabbed enough to demonstrate while he also built one. The valley was crisscrossed with rabbit trails, along with other small game, so it would be a very practical lesson. "Ok, so you want to start with the two forked sticks," she said, pawing at the thick y-shaped sticks. "Get them into the ground as well as you can on either side of a rabbit trail. You want it to be pretty sturdy so it can't tip over or be pulled out. She demonstrated, pushing and twisting one of the sticks until they were in the ground quite a ways, then moving about two feet away to do the same to the other one on the other side of the trail, leaving enough sticking out of each of them to be much taller than a rabbit.