Dru pulled her knife from the tree. “I set some snares while you were sleeping. Let’s check them together after breakfast, and getting you dressed.”
Cryton nodded as Dru returned to the cave. “I’d like that!”
In snowy bushes, a skinless hand lifted a dead rabbit caught in a snare.
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