wood bowl, cooked rabbit, baked potato, carrot, brown mushroom

He knew that Gwyn was not like other wolves and she was squeamish when it came to killing even the bugs that pestered her plants. If he could have verbally assured her he certainly would have. Her plants were much more important to the pack than the bugs or bunnies that nibbled upon them without permission. The rabbits were getting quite destructive and it was time to put an end to it. As a bonus they were going to help to put dinner on the table. He knew she was hesitant, but he was there to teach and support her every step of the way. If she found that she absolutely could not handle it, Ysmir would gladly take up the job for her, but he also knew she wanted to be independent.

She had become just as proficient in silent communication as he had, and silently the two of them arrived at the garden. As her beautiful gaze shifted to the supplies he brought with them he gave her an encouraging grin as he took the first strand of wire. It was old and bent, scraps that he had found within the castle itself and used for who knew what by who knew what before he had them. Like his ax he didn’t know who made it, but he could create an excellent snare.

Ysmire took the long piece and began to shape it skillfully, if not a little clumsy with his awkward paws until he had a line with a loop that would tighten when you pulled on it. He gestured for Gwyn to copy his technique.

"Gwynevere & Ysmir"