Daryl takes the noose and looks it over, approving of it with a slow nod. It's kind of hard to mess this knot up, which is why he picked it. It's the easiest one he can think of.

He doesn't tell Duv that, though.

"Once a day, in this weather," he says, and kneels on the ground. He affixes the little noose to the stick hanging over the little furrow in the ground, and widens the opening before padding the bottom with dirt. There, it's easy for a human to see, but easy for a quick rabbit or rat to miss as it speeds through the underbrush. "Set up a few, put you in charge of 'em."

He looks over his shoulder at Duv, waiting to see if he'll approve of this little plan of his.