One Hundred Ponies of Tambelon

by Tartarusbound

Chapter 55

Another empty trap.

Snare frowned, taking a closer look. It was clear that something had fallen for the trap at one point. The small splatter of blood attested to that. Apparently, some sort of predator was learning to empty the snares before scouts could check on them.

Snare was tempted to shake up the retrieval schedule, to try outsmarting the “competition”. Then again, that would increase the odds of the hunters running into whatever canny predator had started competing with them. Some hunters had already reported feeling like they were being followed.

With luck, moving the snare would be enough.