That idea was gone as soon as it had entered his mind. He was thinking about setting a trap for a fox spirit, for Pete's sake. Knowing the spirit it had magical powers, and would totally have a way of escaping any trap.
Cynter was out in the forest again, and he grumbled quietly to himself at his thinking. He glanced around, feeling that the forest was especially quiet today. The usual forest critters were out doing their usual forest critter activities, but the entire area seemed...subdued, somehow.
Cynter silently wondered if it had to do with the fox. The spirit was basically the keeper of the forest, and its life force was the energy for the entire forest as well. If its life force began to drain, the energy of the forest would drain. Which meant that if the forest was feeling so subdued, the fox spirit must be losing life force.
Cynter's hopes shot up. If the spirit was injured, this was his opportunity! He abandoned all reasoning as he prepared a rather large net. Another tool he always kept with him. It was especially useful for containing large game.
And the fox spirit was enormous game.