[ Setting up the traps wasn't hard, but Owen wanted to make sure there were as many as possible around them. He tried to use branches and leaves from the jungle for the most part, hoping to avoid things that, if left behind or forgotten, wouldn't hurt the fauna once they were gone. He also left red markings on trees near to where he'd set up the traps, so he would know where they were the next morning.
Once he was satisfied with his work, he went back to their campsite. The tent was up by now, but Keith was sitting, facing mostly away from him, rummaging for something on his backpack, seemingly concerned. ]
Everything alright? [ As he walked around to face Keith, he saw the color on his scar, and he frowned, reaching for the hand touching the mark. ] Hold on. Stop.
[ He took a seat next to Keith, taking a closer look. ] Your scar. Do you feel anything? Does it hurt?
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Once he was satisfied with his work, he went back to their campsite. The tent was up by now, but Keith was sitting, facing mostly away from him, rummaging for something on his backpack, seemingly concerned. ]
Everything alright? [ As he walked around to face Keith, he saw the color on his scar, and he frowned, reaching for the hand touching the mark. ] Hold on. Stop.
[ He took a seat next to Keith, taking a closer look. ] Your scar. Do you feel anything? Does it hurt?