The walk was long and cold, but the fur blocked most of it. Asta had led them to the frozen sea. She bent down and pointed to a small hole.
"There be sea weasels. Small, scurry like rats, but easy to trick. Come." She stood back up and walked quietly to the hole. "See, the ice chips are fresh and the water has yet to get a thin layer of ice, meaning the sea weasel will be coming back for air. If we hurry, we might get it."
Asta turned back around, moving swiftly across the thick ice. She stopped and pulled out a bundle of sticks from her bag, placing four sharp sticks into the ice. Asta then grabbed a bone ground spike that as attached to the bundle and pulled. The bundle rised, the twine tightened, pulling the sticks together into a caged box. Asta then stabbed the bone into the ice and looked back at Shageon.
"Let's go wait."