Shuneeka's honing her Servival Skils written rp:11/19/2015

Shuneeka's feet encased in soft soled leather boots, moved across the ground silently, blending into the surroundings, like some exotic mythical creature of some Old Trovie legend. She came upon the area she thought would be the best place to set-up snares to hunt small prey. She came to spot where there seemed to be a small burrow between the rock face of the hill and that of the base of a tree. She slowly and carefully crouches down to examen closer, using the tips of her partly gloved hand that allowed most all her fingers exposed except that of her middle finger used to pull the draw string of her bow. Lightly her fingers of feathery sweeps across the tall dry grasses, to clear away enough not to disturb the barrow, but to see if there were any tracks of activity and if there were such tracks, what type of tracks it would be, and how fresh? A smile played upon her lips as she recognized the small delicate tracks of forest leems, (rabbit like animal). Unlike those leems of the icy regions further north of white fur, the leems here would be brown and would be harder to spot moving across the ground, and undergrowth of the woods and forest. Standing now she looks about to see what she can used for a simple snare. It was not because she could not make a snare, she had a knife with her, but what if the time should ever came she had not a knife with her? What, if she were on the run from some hunters, or perhaps some ill eventful circumstances caused her to loose a knife? What would she do? It was best to learn to do things without such items as a knife, in order to fend for her self in the future. All the while the palm of her small hand rested on the hilt of the knife made of bone from the forest sleen that was strapped to outer-side of her right thigh. The sheath of the knife protected with thick harden leather covered by the richness of the brownish gray fur from the very sleen the bone used to make the grip of the knife she wore. Shuneeka was always told she was creative by her aunt on her mother's side, and this creativeness allowed her to come up ways to make something useful. It took her a few ehns as she moved softly about scanning over the flora that dwell within this part of the forest. First she would need to make a cord for the snare. That was easy, for there was a plant that was used to fashion such cords from. All she had to do was strip length-ways enough fibers to roll together. She did this by kneeling down and twisting and rolling each strands of fiber into another, and adding what was need to make a long, strong thin cord. She raised up, and walked over to where a small sapling she spotted near the leem's burrow. She bends the young sapling to test it's flexibility, finding it would do for her purpose, ties the end of the cord to the young tree. The other end she makes a loop in the cord, and knots a simple slip knot. She then had to find something to secure the loop in place on the ground. As luck would have it, Shuneeka sees a small thin Y- shaped branch on another young sapling some little ways away that she can easily break off. Now stripping the branch clean. She crouches down to point the Y end over the loop and bending it over to form a bow, and placed a rock to help hold it in place so that the loop would stay secure. Once that was ready, she needed something for bait. Leems like other rodents loved to forage, and what better than any wild berries or leafy greens of some sort. She turns to move towards the edge of the river. Looking about for any type of bait. Shuneeka had noticed from scouting around earlier, a bush with old dried winter berries that the birds had not yet picked clean. These berries were Gor's version of earth's cranberries but instead of growing in wet soft earth, these grew higher up from the bank of the river. Those who lived in the forest knew them to be slightly tart, and often had to be mixed with something else to become pleasurable to the taste. However the leems seemed to enjoy them most highly. She picked what she could, seeing it was not much but at least it was enough or so she hoped would be for the bait and went back to place the winter berries down in the center of the loop of the snare. She knew it will take a while if not most of the day to possibly snare a leem. She did this same painstaking task over most of the morning to make such snares and bait them. It was late in the afternoon, towards early evening when she thought best to return to camp. Her senses now becoming more acute than ever before. She seemed to have developed over the short time a better understanding of the sounds of the forest, the way it smelled, the way the Tur trees swayed in the gentle breezes, and she found by watching some of the fauna how each living creature large or small seemed to communicate when something did not seem right within the forest it self. She was slowly being transformed like those of her sisters of heighten senses skilled forest dwellers that made up the nomadic band that called the great forest their home.. However, despite of how much she had learned thus far, she knew there was much, much more in order to gain the skills before becoming an experienced huntress. A true Panther Girl of Gor.