It wasn't like Ellie had a hard time hunting -- she was a good shot like all the other Hunters, and she could make traps and snares as well as any hunting expert who's been alive for almost 100 years. Typical hunting experience. She shouldn't have any problems.
But there was her damned dog trying to play fetch again.
The dork was sitting at her feet with a stick in his mouth, tail wagging a mile a minute as Ellie checked her metal wire snares for any faults before she started setting them up. The wires, purchased from some hardware store back in Kansas, had served her well over the past year -- it was a lot less messy trying to shoot the rabbits with her arrows than trapping and dispatching with her snares, and also a lot less work trying to creep around and shoot them in the right spots or else the good parts would be ruined. The wires were durable in all sorts of weather and thrashing and very easy to find again, enough so that Ellie wouldn't forget where they were like the airhead she was.
Of course, with Alastor making so much noise, she might as well consider her mission a failure already. For a hunting dog he sure was dense sometimes... but he was her little buddy. She'd probably forgive him in five minutes.
With a slightly sour look, she looked down at him and nudged his foot with hers. "Buddy bear, could we stop with the tail action? We can play fetch later, we have work to do now."
Cue head tilt and ear twitch.
But there was her damned dog trying to play fetch again.
The dork was sitting at her feet with a stick in his mouth, tail wagging a mile a minute as Ellie checked her metal wire snares for any faults before she started setting them up. The wires, purchased from some hardware store back in Kansas, had served her well over the past year -- it was a lot less messy trying to shoot the rabbits with her arrows than trapping and dispatching with her snares, and also a lot less work trying to creep around and shoot them in the right spots or else the good parts would be ruined. The wires were durable in all sorts of weather and thrashing and very easy to find again, enough so that Ellie wouldn't forget where they were like the airhead she was.
Of course, with Alastor making so much noise, she might as well consider her mission a failure already. For a hunting dog he sure was dense sometimes... but he was her little buddy. She'd probably forgive him in five minutes.
With a slightly sour look, she looked down at him and nudged his foot with hers. "Buddy bear, could we stop with the tail action? We can play fetch later, we have work to do now."
Cue head tilt and ear twitch.