Two empty snares, and one where his catch had already been eaten by something and dragged off. The only thing remaining had been the rabbit head. He'd moved on to his next trap, empty. Janin sighed, if he didn't catch anything he wouldn't eat, and he hated the idea of going hungry. He could hunt for himself, catch food, but traps were part luck. Maybe he'd catch something later, if not, going hungry wan't the worse thing in the world. At least he wasn't a meal for something else.