Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30921738-20180813175759/@comment-26510374-20180818014312

Olys examined his traps. Materials for simple snares, a few cages for smaller but still dangerous, a sort of constricting leash that could tighten easily for wendigoes and other particularly resistant creatures. He had been thinking of what to do with these creatures once he caught them as well.

Birdie, once awake, decided to visit the cave. Once there, she noticed a strange, shiny contraption laid out by the entrance and the steep hill. Ever-curious, she approached closer and closer, and once she scented blackberries inside, she eagerly stepped in. Seemed the blackberries were underneath a propped-up part of the strange box. The elevated portion was connected to a string. Birdie moved forward for the blackberries and accidentally stepped on the surface above them. The box door behind her slammed shut with a loud clatter. Surprised and thoroughly spooked, she turned to leave, and was met with the now locked-shut door. The lisitsa squeaked in alarm, the blackberries forgotten, and attempted to claw her way out to no avail.

There was some rustling behind her, and the beast from before emerged. Birdie cowered as the beast reached towards the top of the metal box and grabbed a curved part that lifted the cage up. She scrambled to the other end of the box when the beast held it up and stared at her, a triumphant and prideful gleam in its eyes. Birdie squeaked.