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Jordan laughed. "There'd better not be any leashes involved," he said. He set Mango down. The foxfire immediately resumed his sniffing tour of the Trappers HQ. "Lead on, o fearless leader."

Jordan's eyes widened and his ears flicked up sharply, caught totally off guard by the unexpectedly playful response. Then he relaxed into a smile, made even smugger than usual by the feline features. He padded over to claim the other side of the arrangement, not minding that the hand he rested over Harrison's was currently much smaller proportionally.

God, it was nice to just relax.

There was a whole lot of feelings involved in the moment Rep couldn't quite wrap words around. In his life he'd never really felt safe and secure, never felt needed. And he'd tried to teach himself so often that wanting that sort of thing was weak, unmanly. A real man relied on nothing but himself, on his own wits and strength. It was a tug of war in his thoughts between what he should feel and what he felt.

He dismissed his doubts, he had no need for manliness here, there was no one ******** judging. He'd make it up when he got back to the island. Here and now he was happy to bask in the kind of contentment he'd never known as a child or any time since.

If he'd had a word for it, it might just have been family.

Slipping his arms around both of them he gave them both a very grateful squeeze. "You assholes ******** spoil me okay."

And with that, he was more than willing to trot out after Harrison, tail still wagging happily behind him.

As the sky darkened and thunder began to rumble, Jordan's ears tucked back a little; he wasn't fond of thunderstorms in general, and he was finding that the idea of being rained on was even less pleasant than usual. Still, it wasn't enough to ruin his good mood, and the discovery that the bakeneko golem had excellent balance was really kind of fun. He could hop from rock to rock with confidence, even in the geta.

The small plateau was a good spot for trapping, with some tumbled rocks over to one side and patches of scrubby vegetation. Jordan turned to grin at Rep. "Here, I'll show you how to set up a trap," he offered, and led the way over towards the small rockfall, unslinging his bag as he did so. "You want to put it near a spot where wild minis might be hiding, like this rockpile or in the bushes over there. Here's a spot, this flat bare patch near a hole, that'll be good. Take some bait, there, and you can set up a simple box trap, or set a rope loop with a trigger line."

He paused to give the other two a thoughtful look. "I bet you guys have an advantage on me this run with the sense of smell thing. If you can smell animal in a spot, try setting your trap there."

When he'd gotten his trap set up, he took two enchantment slips out of his bag, one blue and one green, and pressed them carefully onto the edge of the trap line, first the blue and then the green, waiting for each to shimmer and flash briefly before removing them and tucking them back into the bag. "And that's how you apply an enchantment," he explained. "You can put them on multiple traps. They don't run out. I've only got a two-trap license, though."

Harrison knelt to build his own trap, which was less cage and more a very precariously-placed rock.

There were a lot of rocks.

He followed suite, Enchanting the thing until it sizzled.

It hissed as a drop of rain hit it, and he looked up, smelling the wet.

"Okay," he said, "Just got to wait it out." He grinned, going to make himself comfortable under the overhang. "Should have brought a picnic basket."

As the rain started Rep hurriedly got out of the way of it, heading under the overhang himself. He was a city slicker, he always had been, and this whole raw nature thing was woefully overrated. Rainslick streets sung to him, windblown rain spattered mountain did not. But he'd picked the location, he'd have to be a man and deal with it.

He sat down heavily, eyeing the traps with a bit of doubt. He just hoped he had done it right.

"I can only imagine what s**t the weirdos here eat and drink given how messed up they look. Having some ******** up version of Coke is probably the least of the nasty they are capable of."

There was a sudden niggling urge for bacon.

His tail swished again in a few attempted wags as he watched Jordan lean on Harrison. Cat demon was surprisingly apt, he thought to himself, though he didn't say it out loud.

"Damn, that sounds good," Jordan agreed. "I'm stacking up a list of foods to get when I can. Hey, good thing about portals, you can go wherever the best kind is." He half-closed his eyes. "That feels nice."

"Coke's too sweet," he said absently, paying more attention to how good it felt to have the base of his ear rubbed than to what he was talking about. "Most sodas are too sweet." He relaxed against Harrison, a faint, involuntary purr starting in his chest. It felt weird, and there was a little tickle of irritation at the back of his mind that it was so easy to tell what he was thinking in this body, but it was just them here and purring seemed more important than getting annoyed about it.

Ferros was radiating smug amusement, for some reason. Jordan ignored him with great dignity.

Harrison continued to lazily scratch Jordan's ear, amused by what was definitely purring.

'We gotta sweeten you up. You don't get enough sugar, you'll start getting sour," he said. His hands were broad enough that he could massage both ears, and he did just that, thumb and middle finger moving in easy circles.

The rain was really starting to come down now, and over the pound of water he heard a distinctive series of snaps. It seemed like a shame to get up.

"Hey Rep," Harrison said, "Why don't you go check the traps?"