Eltrys looked over the ridge at the grazing herd of Takin. They were lazing about in their summer stomps here in the dragon's blood grove. Though the grasses were short and sparse, they seemed to be finding enough food for themselves up here.
Eltrys looked up at the odd-shaped tree, a rope slung over his shoulder as he thought about how to catch one of these things. The dense branches above had small openings where he could conceivably fit the other end of his rope so he could set up a good snare.
He laid out a loose loop between a bush and some scrub. High enough to catch one or two of the beast's legs, but he needed a way to set it up so that when the loop was disturbed the rope would be pulled up into the tree just high enough for him to reach and kill it.
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