[/html]The traps, if anything, were working as well as they usually did, if not better now that more prey was out and about looking for food or going about their business. She set them where she was certain no clan mates would venture but where she supposed prey frequently trafficked, and her methods were reaping her decent meals. It was not like her primitive traps could hurt anyone, since the area of where the actual snaring took place was only large enough to fit a rabbit's head, and the knots that held it all together were simple enough for someone with enough brains to untie. Ever since obtaining the rope her traps were becoming even more successful, the thin, breakable wire that she once used decommissioned for the more durable item. Indeed, the hunting was easy for her, in a way.
But, she knew that the snares could help only so much, and she had become inclined to learn how to hunt a bit outside of the field of traps in case she was to ever to be left without materiel suitable for such luxuries. She decided to try and shoot some birds that day to see how it would go, and headed for the mansion to collect a bow and a few arrows from the stores. When she approached the house, she noted a figure sitting on under it, and upon closer inspection, noticed that it was the dusty brown man.
"Hello, Ithiel," she greeted from afar as she stepped closer to the house, a small smile gracing her muzzle. "How are you doing today?" She paused as she took in the caught rabbits by his side, and the half-eaten bird clutched in his hands, and pointedly added, "Hunting has been well for you as well?"
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