His first order of business was to help and tame the fly traps that Ninazu oh-so-lovingly left to guard the borders of the territory. The satchel at his side carried a large supply of meat, as well as stuff to... let's say 'trim' the plants a little. He didn't want to do too much damage - he knew the importance of keeping the things there. There was also a bottle as well, to capture any liquid that might fall from their toothy mouths.

"Alright, you fuckers, let's try and get you in a better attitude." He rumbled, staring into the treeline as he spotted several of the aforementioned meat-eating plants. Now that he saw them in a full view, his maw twisted into a frown. "This is going to be a bitch." He grumbled, then walked beneath one of the trees. Reaching into his satchel, he took a hunk of meat and tossed it up, flinching slightly at the activity of the Fly traps as they reached and snapped the piece up.

Taking this moment to quickly get some work done, he clambered into the tree and took out a pair of shears. Very, very carefully, he started to clear out some of the weeds that nestled their way either on or around the traps. Tossing them to the ground and moving to another branch, he forgot to throw another piece of meat to the lot. One of the fly traps seemed to not recognize him (Considering he was gone for two years), and it extended forward to bite him. It's teeth made contact with his tail, and the war god let out a yell.

"FUCK!"

And then his body tilted over and he plummeted to the ground, twisting so that he landed on his back, with a loud THUMP! Byraith groaned, and rolled onto his side and sat up. Glaring up at the tree, he huffed.