A Tisketl, A Tasket, I'm Making A Fishing Basket

Jynn settled in for autumn around the Falls. The sweltering heat had given way to some slightly cooler temperatures. It was far milder than the autumn of Boreas and for that she was grateful. Hopefully the heat of summer would slip away and not rear back up. She settled on the edge of the pool the falls spilled into, eager to catch some fish for dinner later in the evening but unwilling to spend her whole morning trying to catch something. It was time to try a trap.

Jynn had a number of rivercane poles and grape vines for making the fish snare. She'd need to make a big basket and a smaller one. Taking them in her jaws and turning her head she stuck the river cane poles in a circle in the ground to create a frame for her to weave the grapevine around. This was a difficult task for her but with her slender paws and muzzle she started to weave the vines through the poles, starting at the base and using her jaws to maneuver the strands while her paws held them in place so she could get the next cane.