“I know. But I will not rush my tasks and have them poor quality at best.”
Sephiroth left the tent and began setting up traps with the feeling that Seferia’s expressions had felt somewhat… fake. He began to wander from the camp, observing the ground rather critically, looking for marks of tracks, anything. After some time, he had several pegs and trip-wires in the ground, ready for some unsuspecting animal to snag.
Content, he headed back to camp and began to hang around the other tents, wondering if he could get some of the other food being offered.