Muddled cursing under their breath as the trap fails and backsprings into their face, and they slap at the branch a few times with a scowl.
No, maybe if they loop it here like this, and set it so this one hides the loop down here instead, to bring the deer down by hopefully both forelegs...
Their goal is non-lethal, if they were out and out hunting this would be different.... and not taking as long,
As they mess with the now set snare, the harpy has an idea.
Some how managing to mangle and tangle their newfound snare idea, they try first to pull it off with one hand.
No, now its stuck. Crap
Both hands are stuck, so with a thump, Renasci sits down with a thump to try and use their right foot and talons to pull and cut it off. Emphasis on try. Now THIS foot is stuck!
Eying the knot of rope and three of their extremities, they thump their tail in frustration and contemplate sacfificing their last foot to try and pry this thing off themselves.
It... takes a bit. Bending like that is hard, wings propping them up or not, and they have to get their teeth into the twisted rope and pull it loose smidge by smidge. Luckly, the slow process means they can get first their one foot, then the other, then one hand, and then finally the last out of the now ruined length of rope.
Given it's been maybe a few hours, they have to lay down for a bit and just... sort of give up for a moment. Grabbing a fistful of the leaves and twigs they'd pulled from the other browsing spot, Renasci simply drapes it across their face and head as they go curl up under a nearby tree, an ungainly shimmy their only movement before they fall still.
Their waking is less abrupt than they would have liked - but at the same time they thank small miracles for not jolting upright at the presence of another nearby.
Just one, but a beautiful fur color and so calm... so the trap triggering the deer's capture and panic makes their feathers raise, and they snag a length of rope from earlier with their attempts at a sort of bolo throwing weapon in it. Knots, a loop, and some weights.
Decent for noosing around the head of the deer and with a deep breath, Ren makes an attempt to lunge forward and grab the deer with their wings, arms free to try and put the very crude bridle on the critter.
Somehow able to get the bridle on the deer, they're quick to use a now free hand and use it to tighten the trap the deer was in, in an attempt to make the creature easier to handle as they figure out how to make a better lead.
This is... not going well.
Loud, and panic, they can feel it's heartbeat and feel some pity for the deer, and so try to make a low, humming noise of comfort, hoping that this is the type of deer they're after. No stone, they may be able to keep an eye on the live births or even try that idea they had about cooking meat to the point where the dry keeps away the rot, instead of just... oil slop. Stone, then they'd let the poor critter go and not try live trapping in this cave for a good long while, and maybe put whatever fruits and plants they can find around as an apology.
Stone or no stone, this might be the last adult that Ren targets for a while in a live trap- let's just hope this one doesn't give out under it's own stress.
Hoping to calm it so they don't hurt the deer by grabbing the bridle, they keep one arm around the deer's neck, wings around the torso, and try to loose one hand to carefully, carefully make sure they can get a better hold on the woven plant fibers and bark and give the deer some space to calm itself.
They feel more than a smidge guilty, and hope they they're successful long enough to at the very least not... fully traumatize the poor critter.