So, the two readied another basket specifically for the crawfish. They had only dropped four small traps, but the haul amounted to a solid two or three kilos. Given the sheer number of the tiny crustaceans, Ewan and Simon did not bother counting them individually, settling for a rough visual estimate instead.
Once everything was packed up, Ewan checked the sky. Calculating the time in his head, he turned to Simon with a trace of worry: "Do you think those two have been gone a bit too long?"
Simon, who was currently occupied with poking at some minnows in the stream, froze. He glanced up at the angle of the sun, his brow furrowing: "It does seem a bit long."
Then, recalling something, he hurriedly asked Ewan, "Did you happen to see Asher Ryder carrying those massive arrows this morning? The kind with thick iron broadheads, where the shaft is two or three times the size of a standard arrow."
