In the end we help free the baby. It's a baby. We can't help ourselves with it so small and cute and eating out of Mitch's hand. Christian says several times that we can't possibly keep it and every time his protests get weaker and more unconvincing.
None of us know how the traps work so I use a stick for a lever, Mitch protects the little beast with his hands and Christian hits bits of it with his sword until it finally falls apart and the tiny little cub scrambles free. It immediately crawls into Mitch's tunic and burrows against him, shivering.
"I'm its mom," he tells us, grinning. "You can't take it away from me, it will follow me everywhere."
I groan and laugh as Christian sighs the most put-upon sigh I have ever heard come out of a grown man's mouth. I crouch to try to help Mitch wrap the creature so he won't get cut or poisoned on the way back to camp. It's now that I see his hands.