He knew his mother sometimes hunted by creating traps. In fact, she had rather enjoyed the ones that broke legs or hurt her prey without immediately killing them. But she hadn’t gotten around to teaching him how to make them before the incidents that had led him here.

He had seen her traps, somewhat, and he was keen to have a go at making one of his own. He wanted to build up his supply of meat. And, maybe he’d even share with the pack. Get on Vidarr’s good side or something. Not that he cared what the Black Demon thought.

He had found a hole in the earth, perhaps something that had been a rabbit's warren at some point, and dug out by a predator. He had some vague notion that if he could set a stake up in the hole, and cover it with leaves, he could trick something into falling into it. First, he needed to gather some sticks and sharpen them. He took his time grabbing a bundle, and sat by the hole as he began to work on filing them down.

"Speech"

The snowy mountain is the girl’s favorite place and she often buries herself under the fluffy white stuff to observe what the others in the pack do. Now, to be fair, Unagi isn’t trying to be a spy, she actually does it to help cool off, the observing part is just kind of a side effect. Today, she is in a deep bank with on her black and pink eyes visible, when she spies a rather interesting boy setting up with some sticks near a hole. Curious, she watches as he begins to sharpen them and the girl immediately knows that he is working on a trap for hunting.

Without a word, she breaks from the snow, round form standing and causing powder to cascade off her form. Large paws pull her toward the boy and she dips her head in silent greeting while continuing to say nothing. She does not wait for an invitation and moves to the pile of sticks, plops herself down near them and grab one. Nearby, there is a semi-flat rock that would make a tool to help sharpen the objects so she gathers it in her maw and swiftly gets to work.


"Hattori-Klein Unagi"

He had filed the stick almost to a point, and was fiddling with it to ensure it was perfect. He was in the process of picking up a new stick when something happened. The sudden motion of a wolf appearing through the snow startled him badly, he turned to her and dropped his stick. Baring his fangs as he arched his back, the fur along his spine rising. She didn’t do anything aggressive, just grabbed for a stick as if she had a right to his things, and started working on it. Her silence was as creepy as her sudden appearance.

“Hey! What do you think you're doing?” He challenged her, turning to watch her work. Grabbing his stick back off the ground as he did so. “That’s my stick, give it back now!” He ordered her, Thrall or not, he wasn’t going to let anyone steal his shit without reacting.


"Speech"