Blacktail Deer Plateau Dirty Paws

Osprey followed Koda, but all the while he was explaining the hunting traditions of his old pack, she couldn't fight the feeling that they were... a bit odd. What did they do, if the prey didn't come barging right in their traps? Snares? What were these? This sounded all too novel for her and she felt an immediate distrust of the method. Wasn't hunting all about trusting yourself and no one else?

She jumped a little, when Koda brought down a rotten trunk of dead-wood, then she watched him dig the hole in the ground, feeling a little guilty for not helping him out, but simply standing by. Observing as if it was some kind of a show (in fact, it was). "Alright - what kind of sticks?" she asked, casting a glance around, catching the sight of tiny twigs to thin tree trunks lying around. Sticks of all shapes and sizes. "Are you sure that the thief will come to this exact spot?" she asked, while looking. "I mean, what if any of the pack members get trapped?"

The explanation was surprisingly simple and made Osprey feel a bit ashamed for her skepticism. At the same time it was important that sometimes there was someone to remind her that she didn't know everything about the world just yet. Therefore with a fresh perspective she spent the rest of the hours together with Koda, waiting for the thief to appear and asking more questions about traps and the foreign customs of hunting.

ooc: adding a quick conclusion, since the thread is getting old and Koda's player has expressed a wish to leave the game.