how much wood can a woodchuck...

Wren patrolled nearby before taking a hunting break.

She knew Armada could handle itself; she was scouting beyond the Pines and Ship to figure out good spots for a Bazaar. Somewhere on the neutral grounds... or on Menagerie land? That was the question. Before she figured out all the details - hell, she had two seasons before that! - Wren buckled down to practice her skills.

She had long since mastered hunting alone, in groups... Trap making was still a skill she was somewhat averse to. Never before had wolves used their paws in other realms to make such a thing. She coiled some catgut around the stick, humming to herself as she went. Movement caught her eye; the brunette looked up to see a man resembling Sirius, Mortis and hell, Basilisk too. This must be a Fatalis. "Hello" she said politely to him, dropping her eyes to continue working.

"Words"
1/3 make trap
0/3 use trap