He had left the town after the outburst by the clumsy cat outside the Naked Bird, his resolve weakened, and that dark influence of the Dark Mother had overwhelmed and allowed that predatory nature to slide from him and engulf him, time taken to collect items, and then he was on a hunt, well aware of the silence in his head, that matched what everyone else had been saying that the gods had gone, for which he was thankful for all of that moriel begging and tempting was beginning to get on his nerves.
And so the quietness and release from it was a blessing, and he was intent on using it to his best advantage, bitch thought she could get the better of him.. he chuckled as he moved through the forest, heading towards the Cave that housed her temple, and settled down, traps laid about the place to catch and deter those who would perhaps attempt to worship and bring her back to the fold.
Snares laid down around the entrance to trip those over, ropes designed to tug legs out from people, using bent saplings as a method of leverage, and even a large pit trap, right in front of the entrance, rough woodwork lattice, covered with leaves and foliage, perhaps not meant to be effective, but to try and entice others not to be there and find somewhere else to be, to leave the return of kirva to perhaps no-one else and let her languish wherever she was.
Once traps were set, he found a tree to settle in, curling up quietly to watch who or what came by, and perhaps gain a little sport to go along with it.