<blockquote><div><cite>Amalia wrote:</cite>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.</div></blockquote><br/><br/><br/>Jathew, though he heard this stranger by the river, paid no mind to him and instead focused on his brother, who was inspected his empty snares. He felt bad for him, knowing that he had to resort to such privative means to try and get himself some food.<br/><br/>He slithered closer, his snake-body moving absolutely silently through the grass. Janin seemed in a rough way… Maybe a bit of a game would cheer him up, and then he could catch something for him.