Creating something which resembled a cage wasn’t hard to make, and while the twine and the quality of construction wasn’t great, Jay didn’t care that much. These traps weren’t for him, and he certainly wouldn’t be eating anything caught in them either.

As a bonus, he would also give Hegatha the bundles of chopped pseudo-sticks and the long fibers left over from the grasses.

If she’s not happy with my work, she can do it herself. He shrugged, holding one of the traps.