Wanda bit her lower lip to reel in her anger. It wasn't his fault but she was on edge and pissed at those damn foxes. There were thin scars on her arms where reminisce of her last encounter with the creatures were visible.

"Talk to Clint." He was the one who knew everything there was about bows and arrows. As far as Wanda knows, he made his own arrows. "He can help."

She moved to reset her trap before taking the fox back to the inn to be skinned and eaten. "Help me with this." She waved over to the trap. Since he was the one who broke it, he was going to help fix it.