"Not here to sleep." In one hand Thorne had a bolas he's made during the meeting and after. He'd split the vine into fourths with a rock, inserted a larger round rock and braided the vines below it to hold it into place. He'd done that six times then braided together each set of three so he had two bolas. They wouldn't be good for shit once the vines hardened, well at least not the way he was planning on using them now.
Thorne climbed up the trunk, his birks had been left in the tree with the others because it was harder to climb with them on. He laid out over one of the lower branches, but not within reach of the ground and glanced at Clay with a smile. "Bet you're up to the same thing I am...looking for a way to try and take one of those things out. Figured maybe we could brainstorm a bit. Two heads being better than one and all that."