Dinner time

He knew his mother sometimes hunted by creating traps. In fact, she had rather enjoyed the ones that broke legs or hurt her prey without immediately killing them. But she hadn’t gotten around to teaching him how to make them before the incidents that had led him here.

He had seen her traps, somewhat, and he was keen to have a go at making one of his own. He wanted to build up his supply of meat. And, maybe he’d even share with the pack. Get on Vidarr’s good side or something. Not that he cared what the Black Demon thought.

He had found a hole in the earth, perhaps something that had been a rabbit's warren at some point, and dug out by a predator. He had some vague notion that if he could set a stake up in the hole, and cover it with leaves, he could trick something into falling into it. First, he needed to gather some sticks and sharpen them. He took his time grabbing a bundle, and sat by the hole as he began to work on filing them down.

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