An art? He supposed you could say that. Fet shrugged at the implication.
"Sure, the art of war," he said wondering if he should make her carry a few things. She was putting him behind schedule after all. He got up two traps the size of lunch boxes and held them out to her. He didn't ask her to take them, instead letting her decide if she wanted to or not. If she didn't take them he'd just carry them inside himself and make two trips.
"You can't hunt unless you know your prey. I've got journals on their habits, their needs and their safety zones."
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Date: 2015-10-06 07:12 am (UTC)"Sure, the art of war," he said wondering if he should make her carry a few things. She was putting him behind schedule after all. He got up two traps the size of lunch boxes and held them out to her. He didn't ask her to take them, instead letting her decide if she wanted to or not. If she didn't take them he'd just carry them inside himself and make two trips.
"You can't hunt unless you know your prey. I've got journals on their habits, their needs and their safety zones."