Bam!

Gah, he just couldn’t do it. Sorra had grown more and more frustrated, what happened to him being a warrior? His fighting skills really were lacking but he was beginning to think that want too bad of a thing. He was fast and cunning, hunting came easier to him as well as learning the terrain. His teeth made it perfect for catching prey and maybe he could be some sort of messenger? He was just tired of having nothing to show his father like how useless was he?

Sorra huffed lowering his head while he looked at the trap he’d set. It was a bit tricky getting it to work and of course it was cruelly made but maybe it could snag a rabbit or a fox. He sat up then if there was something he could bait the trap with maybe it’d work better. Was there someone who could teach him this stuff?