there seems to be a lack of... acorns here

Marrow

The pale man explained that he and his family lived in this area and when he asked about her she shook her head. "I don't live anywhere, was just passing through. Looking for a nap and maybe a snack." Marrow's eyes flitted up to the chattering squirrels that were denying both her need for a nap as well as making themselves properly available for snackage. The man mentioned he was gathering limbs for squirrel traps and her eyes lit up at the idea. A trap?

She grinned as he offered to let her help. "Oh, I'd love to!" She eagerly snatched up a thin limb, looking between what the loris had done and her own untouched branch. With her sharp claws she began sheering off the leaves and extra little branches. "Do you do lots of traps? Do they work pretty well?" The wheels in her head were turning. If she could craft traps that would ease the burden of hunting as a lone wolf and maybe she wouldn't have to keep enduring these bouts of long hunger. "Have you ever used one to catch larger prey? Like prey that would be hard to take down by yourself?"