Fair enough. People usually don't set traps for no good reason.

[Unless it's a very elaborate red herring, but in this particular instance, that's very unlikely to be the case.

He steps carefully as they make their way, shrewd gaze searching for any tells as they go. After a few more steps, he points to a spot ahead of them between the trees with his gun, then gestures upwards.]

There— a hanging snare, likely hidden beneath the brush. Careful you don't get strung up.