Epimethius as moving through the prairie, knew what his task was at hand. He needed to gather enough stems of strong plants to make a snare. He was going to use it to catch a pronghorn, they were plentiful and large. Enough to keep him fed for a long time, and perhaps he could even bring a horn back to Genesis. He moves slowly, not paying mind to the prey animals that are staring him down. Right now they did not deem him a threat, and they were wrong to assume that; but in all reality, it proved to be better for him, he would prefer not to be trampled while he harvested the stems of plants. His teeth were quick to snip off the top of flowers and plants that were unusable and then to snip the plant at the base near the roots. Yes, this would work just fine. "Talk"

A large prey animal would be more than enough in his current state. He watched them from a distance, stomach growling at the thought of sinking his teeth into delectable pronghorn meat. None of them appeared truly ready for the picking though so if he did want one, he'd have to do something different. His mind churned, thinking of what he could do until he notices a familiar wolfdog in the middle of something.

Curiosity piqued, Ursus made his way over to Epimethius who was in the middle of building what looked to be a trap. A quiet chuff releases from his muzzle as he approaches. "I can help," he states, not really asking because who would tell him no? If shit went sideways, he'd be more than capable of picking up the slack. "I can collect the plants while you strip them," Ursus offers before turning his attention to Locke, his raccoon. "Help him," he directs, the raccoon giving a nod before scurrying over to stand in front of Epimethius with a toothy grin.

In the next moment, Ursus strolls a few feet away, beginning to gather long stems and grasses.

"speech"

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