"Yes, I could work with that. But let's not dwell on what we don't have." He looks wistful for a moment, gazing ahead, wishing very much for more familiar materials. But... he is honestly much too pleased to be alive and to have fresh meat to consider it long.

As they walk, he points ahead, indicating a small pebble stack. "This is as far out as I've set up little traps. We don't have far to walk, and up ahead... well, come on, I'm showing you..."

And he falls silent as he continues to walk. It really isn't very far, and as he nears his little base, the stone piles are more frequent, and his path begins to take on a much less direct route as he works his way around his hidden obstacles and traps and all that mess. He is quite happy to point them out as he goes. "There's only so much space I can cover. What I need is something getting people blundering this direction."