Otter Creek On the colorful flowers grown upon the dust and moss

His brow furrowed in thought. "I'd say it works more often than not," he answered. He didn't have the exact statistics figured out, all he cared was it worked good enough for him. "It works better for some critters than others," he added. Small furry things were usually the intended targets for the dead-fall trap, it probably wouldn't work on anything bigger than a beaver. "You'd need a pretty big log to catch a bear with one of these."

He'd intended to share his catch with her anyway, but Pallas was already helping herself. "Save some for the rest of us," he said as he took the tail in his teeth and tried to pull the food away before she devoured the whole thing.