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Rabbit run on the frozen ground

78 Zi’da, Arc 719

Oram stared mutely at the stiff, frayed cord swinging in the cold breeze. He had come out here to check his line, half a trial from his travelers’ camp, to discover that his best sets to date had been for naught. The snare in front of him had indeed caught something, almost certainly a rabbit or hare, but another creature had arrived after and eaten it right off of the noose. Earlier he had found that a similar fate had befallen a marten in one of his deadfall traps; there only the quarry’s crushed head had remained, wedged between the heavy logs. All the hunter could do, now as then, was stare at the wreckage and mull what a fickle bitch Karem could be sometimes.

All sorts of animals roamed these woods that might steal a catch thus: wolves, lynx, mountain lions, even bears. In fact, Oram found prints at both scenes that resembled those of a bear, although they were quite small for such; however, when he spotted similar prints in the snow of a nearby clearing, lined up in distinctive slanting rows, he decided that it wasn’t a bear, after all. He knew of only one animal that left tracks like that: a running wolverine.

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Regardless of what the thieving critter might be, Oram knew that he couldn’t just reset his traps and hope for the best; once an animal had found a good place for food, it would keep coming back. The best remedy would be to catch the creature itself; obviously it couldn’t keep stealing his rabbits and martens if it was dead. Oram would have to come up with a new method, though, for trapping such a beast, which was clearly bigger and more powerful than his usual game. In the meantime, the best he could do was try to modify his traps to protect his quarry from poaching.

Oram reckoned he could at least do this for his rabbit snares; he just needed to set them to lift their catch high enough that another critter couldn’t reach it from beneath. That would prove easy enough; it didn’t take that much additional force to hoist something as small as a bunny as high as you pleased. In fact, on his first try, the hunter made a trap that yanked his water-skin so high over his head that he couldn’t then retrieve it with his outstretched hands; he had to hook the lug of his boar-spear into the skin’s carrying strap to pull it back down. A large bear might still be able to reach that high, he guessed, but not much else. Rabbits didn’t come with carrying straps, though, so he tied a non-slip loop onto the snare cord just above the noose, to give his spear something to hook onto when the time.

Oram modified three rabbit snares thus, but there was little he could do at the moment about his marten deadfalls. He simply abandoned the one that had already been poached, and let the others be. It was late in the afternoon when he was finished, so he decided to set up camp nearby and head back to town in the morning. He wanted to talk to his brother Osric. Osric was smart; he might know how to make something that could catch a wolverine.
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            It’s freezing-ass cold

            Oram woke to find Mule shivering. The night must have been colder than he had realized; the water in Mule’s bowl had frozen over and there was frost on the poor beast’s snout. Cursing himself for his carelessness, the hunter threw another blanket, his own, over the creature’s back and fed it all the hay he had left. Leaving the water bowl near the fire to warm, he next made sure Mule’s nose was alright, warming it with his own bared hand until the mule started to twitch it and snort. The whole time Oram muttered his apologies, though he could not tell if the animal understood him. Once the water was warm enough, he brought Mule over near the campfire to drink from it, rather than hauling the bowl back out into the cold rope pen.

            Oram led Mule back to town rather than riding him, so it was well into afternoon when they at last got home. Again and again he looked back to see how the creature was managing; apparently, some Immortal had taken better care of him than Oram had thought to, for he seemed to be in good sorts, and even in a good mood once they got moving. The nose somehow wasn’t frostbitten. Once stabled in the travelers’ camp, Mule wickered happily and ate more hay as if nothing had gone amiss the previous night. If his mount held anything against him for his neglect, Oram could not see any sign of it.

            The hunter next checked on his goats, which he had not taken out with him this time. Ornot bleated a long tale of woe, deploring the privation and loneliness he and Wether had endured in his master’s absence. Oram grinned, knowing it was all an act. Whatever else he might think of his sister-in-law, Signy always took good care of his animals whenever he had to leave them, and had never complained about doing so.

            Not long after Osric came home and invited his returned brother to dinner. About half-way through the meal, Oram brought up what had happened on his line, and what animal he suspected of doing it. Osric chewed and swallowed slowly, then paused a moment before saying: ”Wolverine, you say? That explains the bounty.”

            ”There’s a bounty?” Oram asked, suddenly interested. ”That gives me one more reason to catch the thing.”

            ”You’re looking to trap wolverine now?” Osric asked, looking at his brother sharply.

            Signy scowled. Probably something to do with how it’s rude to talk shop at dinner, Oram guessed. He ignored her. ”Yes, I was coming to see you and talk to you about how I might do that.”

            ”Talk to *me*?” Osric snorted. ”You’re the hunter.” He paused and glanced over at his wife. His brother might be willing to ignore Signy’s disapproving looks, but Osric was not. ”Come see me at the shop tomorrow morning. We’ll talk then.”

            Oram nodded and went back to eating. The siblings did not discuss the matter any further that night. After a while he nodded to Signy. "This is great stew. Thank you." Maybe a compliment would get her off his back.
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                      Your face will freeze that way

                      It seemed the following morning that Mule was truly right as rain. As Oram tended to him, he saw no indication that his mount had ever gone through anything bad. Ornot the goat, of course, was still in trauma about his lengthy abandonment and recent near-death experience, life-changing ordeals that the ever-placid and stoic Wether had seemingly been spared. Having tended to them, the hunter went into town to see his brother Osric, in order to finish the conversation they had started earlier.

                      ”You still determined to go after that wolverine bounty?” the tinker asked his brother. Osric had a grin that usually meant he had some sort of news that delighted him.

                      Oram didn’t comment on the grin right away, and just nodded in response to the question. ”I’ve been thinking of some ways I might catch the wol-”

                      A loud metallic clank cut off his answer as Osric pulled up a flat, squarish iron contraption from behind his counter and dropped it dramatically onto the countertop. Oram stopped and stared. It was the iron frame of a heavy trap, somewhat too big for a beaver trap, and a little too small for a bear trap. ”Did you make that?” Oram asked wonderingly.

                      Osric shook his head. ”Not alone, anyway. The master and I are working on it together. He figures a good wolverine trap will sell at a goodly price right about now.” He gave Oram a warning look. ”More than *you* can afford, little brother.”

                      Oram shot Osric a sour look. ”Why show it to me, then?”

                      His brother’s big-news grin came back. ”When it’s finished, my boss will want it tested. First on dead animals so he can make sure it’s the right size and strength, and that the trigger’s the right weight.”

                      Oram saw through that. You didn’t need an actual wolverine to do such tests. ”He wants a stuffed one to put in front of the shop while he’s selling the traps,” he said. It wasn’t much of a leap; he could see the stuffed mink and fox from where he stood.

                      ”Why, little brother! What an astute business idea! You sure you’re a rough-necked woodsman?”

                      Oram rolled his eyes. The master smith’s scheme wasn’t the only one this rough-necked woodsman saw through. ”So, he wants you to bring him a wolverine,” he surmised. ”Which means you want me to bring you a wolverine.”

                      Osric shook his head. ”That last bit’s where you wrong,” he tutted. ”*We* are going to bring him a wolverine together.”

                      ”Y-you want to come with?” Oram sputtered. That last bit did take him by surprise.

                      ”He’s not going to pay me for it if I don’t bring it to him myself,” Osric explained, his big-news grin now bigger than ever, ”and he’ll want to know exactly how, where, when it was caught. Besides, I don’t want you going after a wolverine alone. So tell you what: we do this together, we split both the bounty and the sale right down the middle. What do you say?”

                      ”Deal,” Oram answered, starting to grin himself. Then the grin faded. ”What’s your wife say about this?”

                      Osric came out from behind the counter, putting on his coat. ”Let’s find out,” he said, clapping Oram on the shoulder.

                      ”You want me to come with? Your wife hates me! She’ll say ‘no’ just for that!”

                      Osric’s sigh was almost a hiss. He seemed genuinely annoyed. ”Signy does not hate you! I wish you’d stop saying that.” He squeezed Oram’s shoulder hard and pulled him in close, bending in his head confidentially. ”She’s not a big fan of your company, mind. She thinks you’re boring and a bit rude. But she doesn’t hate you. And there are even some matters on which I suspect she actually trusts you more than me.”

                      Oram scoffed at that.
                      —————

                      Signy regarded Osric with a look Oram could not read. The hunter had expected her to fly off the handle when Osric suggested the outing, but instead she had gone all quiet and thoughtful. That might be worse, he thought.

                      ”You really think this is a good idea?” she asked him levelly.

                      ”Yes,” answered Osric, ”for more than one reason.” He was looking back at his wife with a face Oram couldn’t read either, which surprised him. He thought he knew all his brother’s faces. Apparently he had gotten some new ones since getting married.

                      She turned her face towards Oram. It was not the usual disapproving one he always got from her. He braced himself for the angry refusal nevertheless. It didn’t come. After several moments, Signy simply said: ”You bring my husband back in one piece, you hear me, Oram?”

                      Taken aback, he could only stammer: ”Of-of course.”

                      And that was that. As the two brothers stepped outside, Osric gave Oram a face that he did know: it was his I-told-you-so face. Oram shot back with his shut-up face. Osric just laughed, then departed to return to his shop.

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                                ”Hey!” Ned exclaimed, “let’s boil the wolverines.”

                                Oram and Osric took a whole trial, the 80th of Zi’da to prepare for their outing. Mule would stay behind this time; instead, they would take Oram’s two goats, along with Osric’s horse, Duras. Having learned from his last outing, Oram was careful to plan for the animals’ care in the cold: the two brothers would sleep together in Osric’s tent, the two goats would stay in Osric’s, without a tarp. That tarp would go over the pen that Oram would improvise for the horse, for which they brought an extra blanket. They also laid in almost twice the amount of fodder they would have for a journey in a warm season.

                                The weather as the Mednix brothers set out was overcast but mild, with little wind. Oram did not claim any ability to predict weather as some travelers did, but he did venture that the air didn’t feel like snow, in spite of the clouds. Apart from some flurries on their second trial out, his guess proved to be right.

                                In spite of Oram having been three trials gone from his line, he found that only one of the snares had caught anything. The rabbit hung high overhead -Oram had almost forgotten how high, and had nearly missed it- unmolested and quite frozen. It had been there at least a full trial. On the ground underneath it were the same bearlike tracks Oram had seen before. He pointed them out to Osric, who let out a low, impressed whistle as he traced the long claw imprints in the snow. Then the older brother peered up at the rabbit. ”That’ll keep most critters away” he agreed, squinting up between the branches, ”except maybe birds. But how are you going to get it back down?” Oram showed him the loop above the noose, and how he used the lug of his boar-spear to hook it and pull it down. Osric was impressed.

                                The next question was what to do about the wolverine. Osric’s idea was to use a pole set for a trap that used the rabbit he had already caught as bait. If the wolverine wanted to get at the rabbits in his snares, Oram would provide a way. But it would be a trapped way. They would move a fallen tree so that it provided a ramp up to where the poacher could reach the rabbit, or try to, near the top of which would be another snare -this one would have to be much bigger and more powerful than any of Oram’s rabbit snares, of course. Osric grinned as Oram pointed and explained his scheme. ”A trapped trap,” he said, nodding and grinning. ”I like it. I like it enough that I want to see it work.”

                                There were no overhanging branches strong enough, nor another tree standing near enough, to use the pole-set idea on this particular site. The other two rabbit snare sets, however, offered better ways to set the log up where a critter could climb it to reach the bait. The two brothers spent a half-break getting the log just right, but then had to take it down again so that they could attach the noose.

                                This noose was larger and used thicker cords than Oram’s rabbit snares, and the trap had to be more powerful as well. It took several failed tries before the brothers had a frame for their rope-and-stick tension arm that wouldn’t buckle under the stress, and it took both of them to wind the arm tight enough. By the time they had one good pole-set up, it was well into the afternoon, and about time to start setting up camp. Before they did, Oram skinned the rabbit and put the carcass in the noose. Skinning a rabbit was simple: cut a long ventral cut and then just slip the pelt off carefully. The tricky part was being gentle and smooth enough not to tear the skin, which was quite thin and delicate. Once Oram had the lovely white pelt, the wolverine was welcome to the carcass -or rather, was welcome to try for it.

                                They used the same site for camp that Oram had used a few trials before, which made camp quick and easy to set up. Osric was not as used to camping out as Oram, so he was quite tired by the time they had tents up and a fire going, so Oram did most of the rest of the work that evening. Well before he was finished cleaning up after dinner and checking on the animals one last time, Osric was already asleep. At least he didn’t snore.

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                                          I am afraid we are out of marshmallows. Would you accept a wolverine in its place?

                                          Osric *was* snoring, though quietly, when Oram woke up the next morning. He crawled out of the tent to see to the animals and start a fire. It was cold, though not nearly as much so as the last time, and he was happy to see that both goats and horse were fine.

                                          The coffee was almost ready when Osric crawled stiffly out of the tent and yawned a barely-understandable ‘good morning’. The older Mednix brother didn’t want to sit down, as he felt stiff. ”What’s the plan for today?” he asked.

                                          Oram poured a steaming cup of and handed it up to Osric. ”Set the other pole. Also, I’m thinking I should remove the bait from my deadfall traps, in case the critter goes to check those out first.” He eyed his brother. ”Sleep well?”

                                          Osric nodded as he stared into the steam rising up from his cup. ”Like a rock. I was beat.”

                                          ”That’s good. Some people don’t sleep well their first night out. Even if they camp a lot.”

                                          The brothers ate a simple breakfast and then headed out to check the line and finish setting the other trap. There was nothing in the trap they had built yesterday, but they did find wolverine tracks nearby; it was around somewhere. Setting up the second wolverine trap went more smoothly than the first, and Oram baited it with the rats retrieved from his deadfalls. The two wolverine traps were now the only ones on his line with any bait.

                                          They were done by midday, and Oram spent much of the rest of the afternoon fishing in Ol' Tuck's Run. It had started to flurry when he got back to camp, although little of it stuck. Osric had cooked some dinner while he was out, and the two brothers ate in silence as twilight fell. The woods were quiet, and so, for a long time, were the Mednix brothers. Oram finally offered: ”We should do this more often.” Osric stared into the embers and said nothing, but his brother was sure that he had heard.

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                                                    I want to feed your fingertips to the wolverines

                                                    It was now the morning of the second trial of their hunt, and the Mednix brothers went out once more to check the line. The first of their two wolverine traps was empty, and showed no sign of having been visited at all.

                                                    As they neared the second trap they heard a noise like the snarling of a mountain lion. Oram half-ran ahead and was the first to see its source: a dark brown form, a bit bigger than a raccoon, smaller than a beaver, but shaped more like a bear. It swung side to side in the snare with its back to them, and Oram could see the crown running down the back of its fur. Just as Osric caught up to his younger brother, the beast stirred again, flailing its long-clawed legs and letting out another lion-like snarl. The noose had snared it under its forelimbs, and it was very much alive. And angry.

                                                    ”Oh, my, look at that!” said Osric in quiet awe, as he fished out the long-handled wooden club he had brought. Oram turned his boar spear around and gripped it between the head and the lugs. Stalking forward slightly ahead of his older brother, he brought his spear up and swung the butt of it down onto the hanging critter’s head. It wasn’t a clean blow; it glanced and set the creature swinging and twisting more wildly. It twisted around to face them briefly, snarling and baring its teeth and reaching for them with its claws. Oram struck again, but it was another glancing blow that only made the spinning and swinging worse. It had even started bobbing up and down like a toy as the tension arm flexed.

                                                    ”That’s not working!” hissed Osric. They both watched helplessly as the thing spun and roared and flailed for several moments until Osric had an idea. ”You stop it with your spear,” he suggested. ”Hold it steady. I’ll get behind it and club it good.” Oram looked sharply at his older brother. He doubted he could bring himself to come home to face Signy if any harm came to Osric. He shook his head, gestured with the spear. ”Switch” he said simply.

                                                    Osric gave him a resentful look. He didn’t like the idea that his baby brother didn’t think he could handle himself. Oram held his gaze and didn’t budge. At length, Osric relented and exchanged weapons with him.

                                                    Osric managed to steady the dangling wolverine, and Oram sidled around it carefully, to get behind. The beast turned its head and huffed at him threateningly as he did so. It squirmed as the hunter passed behind it, clearly wanting to turn to face him, but Osric’s spear-pole held it. Oram could see the end of the spear was shaking. So were his own hands.

                                                    Once he was behind the creature, he approached with the club held out, tip pointed just over the creature’s head; he hadn’t handled this particular weapon before, so he didn’t know its reach. When he was close enough, the creature raised its head and clawed at the thing poised just over its head. Oram raised the weapon and brought it down as hard as he could, silently hoping that Karem was in a kinder mood today.

                                                    Perhaps She was. Somehow, his blow landed square; he could tell because the club didn’t buck or shiver in his grip. The creature convulsed and then stopped moving. It stopped making sounds, too. It did, however, start swinging again, as his blow had jarred it loose of Osric's hold. Pulling back reflexively when the thing swerved back towards him, Oram lost his balance and fell backwards onto the snow, where he lay for what seemed an eternity looking up at the swaying but now-inert wolverine.

                                                    He was breathing hard, and his heart was pounding, and he could feel his limbs quiver under him as he got up onto all fours and recovered the club. ”You alright, Oram?” his brother cried. He was breathing hard, too. Oram nodded, took a moment to catch his breath and thoughts, then stood up unsteadily. He pointed with the club at the wolverine. ”Hold it again, I want to hit it one more time before we cut it down. Just to be sure.” Once more Osric caught and held the creature steady on the butt end of the spear, and once more Oram struck it. This time the wolverine did not even jerk in response to the blow.

                                                    They cut it down, and Oram was about to remove the noose when the creature’s body twitched. Alarmed, Oram snatched the club and hit the creature’s head several times, until a fine spray of blood appeared on the snow. A drop of blood landing on his nose brought the hunter back to his senses. He stopped and slumped back on the ground, staring at the creature’s now-bloodied head. The animal was definitely no longer moving. After several trills Oram turned to his older brother, who was leaning against a tree with the spear still clutched tightly in his hands, breathing as hard as he was.

                                                    ”’We should do this more often’” he said, mocking his own words from the evening before. Osric and he both laughed.
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                                                              Hail! To the victors valiant

                                                              Oram and Osric returned home with the wolverine in a now-stiff bag banging on Duras’ hip. The goats trailed behind happily. Signy gave her husband a long, wordless hug on seeing him in one piece. Then she looked at Oram. For a moment, she said nothing, then, to his surprise, gave him a hug as well. ”You, too,” she whispered in his ear, ”and thank you.”

                                                              The hunter hadn’t heard whatever she’d said to Osric, so she had no idea what “you, too” was about. But he was taken aback, and didn’t know what to say. He just nodded. ”We got one,” he said quietly after a moment, wanting to break the silence, and pointed back at the sack on the horse’s back. Signy looked neutrally at it. ”Well, in that case, you’d better go get paid for it,” she said levelly.

                                                              —————

                                                              The clerk at the bounty office looked over the wolverine when Oram removed it from of the bag. ”Nice crown,” he said, then frowned at the wounds on the head. ”Got a bit carried away clubbing the thing, I see,” he observed drily.

                                                              ”I’m pretty sure the buyer won’t mind,” offered Osric.

                                                              The clerk looked up. ”So you’re keeping and not leaving?” he asked. The brothers both agreed.

                                                              With a curt nod, the clerk went to look up something on a chart, then counted out the nels.

                                                              ————

                                                              Osric was right about the smith not minding the damage to the wolverine’s pelt. ”Actually this is perfect,” he exclaimed brightly. ”I’ll be able to show people how much damage you can do to a pelt if you don’t take out an animal cleanly, like my new trap will.” The master counted out a second stack of nels. Between that and the bounty, it was as much coin as Oram had ever seen in one brightening.

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                                                                        Knowledge:
                                                                        [Hunting] Be prepared to finish off a catch not killed outright by your trap. Clubs work best.
                                                                        [Trap Making] Metal body-grabbing traps are a thing.
                                                                        [Trap Making] Designing traps so as to foil and catch game-robbing critters.
                                                                        [Animal Husbandry] Your animals need to be protected from the cold.
                                                                        [Combat: Spear] It’s hard to swing a long weapon skillfully.
                                                                        [Detection] Using tracks and traces to reconstruct animal attacks
                                                                        [Non-skill] Maybe Oram is being too hard on his sister-in-law, rather than the other way round? Nah, can’t be.

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                                                                        Renown: +5 points for bringing in an animal bounty.
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                                                                        Points: 10
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                                                                        Comments: I enjoyed this solo. You described the various aspects of Oram’s job quite well.

                                                                        I especially like that he isn’t always successful, but that an animal steals his catch, for example. I also liked that you added an actual picture of the footprints that he saw in the snow.

                                                                        It is obvious that Oram cares about Mule. I quite enjoyed the scene where he apologized to it.

                                                                        Congratulations on a successful hunt, and enjoy your rewards!

                                                                        P.S.: I would have added “Detection” to the list of skills used because Oram spotted the footprints in the snow, for example. It would be a good idea to spend a few skill points on it before too long!

                                                                        P.P.S.: Non-skill knowledges don't count towards the maximum of 6 knowledges you can get for a solo. If you want another skill knowledge, let me know, and I'll add it!

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