Although the air was cold and there was snow on the ground, Fintan never stopped hunting. It was his profession - although he had a very specific niche within that profession - and if he stopped it mean there was no food for him or Kes, no income, and really no desire to live. Fin loved hunting, loved the thrill of the chase, the tracking, the skill and patience that went into each successful kill. He and Kes were a team that was inseparable and she was great for smaller game like birds, hare, rodents, and the occasional young fox. Recently, though, larger game was passing through the areas Fintan frequented this time of year and he knew better than to look the other way.Trapping wasn't something that Fin got to practice often but when the opportunity arose he always jumped on it. So that was what he was currently doing as Kes rode the meager thermals above the snow-covered field, fiddling with a snare on the treeline where shrubs and bushes graduated into saplings and small trees. He finally stood back to admire his handiwork, satisfied with what he'd made. It was large enough to allow small game Kes normally caught to pass through, but small enough that if something truly massive (or an unsuspecting centaur) stepped in, it would be easy enough to pull off the young tree it was secured to.
"All right, Kes?" he called up to the bird who gave a little screech in return. She wasn't actively hunting but was clearly enjoying the time to stretch her wings. Fin set about covering the trap a bit with some brush before gathering his supplies and setting off at a light trot down the field a bit further, ready to set another. He left tracks in the snow but he wasn't concerned as the grey clouds in the distance promised another snowfall to cover the scent and the prints he'd left.