Harvik yawned and stretched himself out. He felt like a cat but knew that he needed to be going. His relative probably wasn't doing so well at trapping.<em>Hell,</em>he thought to himself,<em>the poor guys probably trapped himself!</em>He chuckled aloud at his own amusement. He stretched one more time before getting up. He grabbed his bow that lay next to him and strung it across his back. Unfortunately, he soon realized with a loud<em>twang</em>that his bowstring snapped. He stood there and looked at the broken bow in a daze. Then his body shaking in fury he released a flurry of curses that would make a sailor blush. He grabbed the bow and held it in his hand. He began to stalk off before he smacked into a branch and let loose another flurry of curses.