05-14-2011, 12:35 PM
WC: 276, hey meant to post earlier… been busy.
Saxif had been in the pack for about a week and had been spending a lot of her time exploring the lands. The yellowish cream wolf felt it best she move forward with her duties. During a lot of the late nights she had been crafting traps for small animals. Some were traps for live animals such as rabbits; her largest trap was to catch the flightless birds she has come to learn as turkeys. That trap was yet a work in progress and would need more sinew in order to finish the netting. Her hope was to maybe catch a pair in order to create a livestock like her old pack’s small quails. She enjoyed the thought of fresh eggs that they had laid and her stomach growled. Her favourite trap had to be the fish trap made of twigs. She just hoped the traps she learned to make from her Uncle were useful in these parts.
As she was carefully setting snares and rock drops, her thoughts went yet again to the hunting of large game. Her hope was to soon join her teacher in a hunt, but first she would have to prove her worth. Thus the reason she had been setting traps for a large part of the morning. She would check them each morning and night in hopes to show her knowledge in the art of trapping. When she had set her final trap and headed back to the borders of the pack she noticed someone doing their rounds of patrol. She smiled as she knew this was one of the crafters. She barked in greeting and gave a friendly wave.
Saxif had been in the pack for about a week and had been spending a lot of her time exploring the lands. The yellowish cream wolf felt it best she move forward with her duties. During a lot of the late nights she had been crafting traps for small animals. Some were traps for live animals such as rabbits; her largest trap was to catch the flightless birds she has come to learn as turkeys. That trap was yet a work in progress and would need more sinew in order to finish the netting. Her hope was to maybe catch a pair in order to create a livestock like her old pack’s small quails. She enjoyed the thought of fresh eggs that they had laid and her stomach growled. Her favourite trap had to be the fish trap made of twigs. She just hoped the traps she learned to make from her Uncle were useful in these parts.
As she was carefully setting snares and rock drops, her thoughts went yet again to the hunting of large game. Her hope was to soon join her teacher in a hunt, but first she would have to prove her worth. Thus the reason she had been setting traps for a large part of the morning. She would check them each morning and night in hopes to show her knowledge in the art of trapping. When she had set her final trap and headed back to the borders of the pack she noticed someone doing their rounds of patrol. She smiled as she knew this was one of the crafters. She barked in greeting and gave a friendly wave.