Mercury was building a bonfire for the pack to warm themselves. The chilly North could be unforgiving, and he knew a central heating place would be beneficial. He started by digging out the spot he picked out. Clearing a large space, down and across. The digging was slow going, and he paused occasionally to check his spacing.

After that, he scattered around sand he had pulled from under the snow near the ocean. Packing it down over the soil to offer a breaker against the occasional stray spark. Next, he would need to gather wood and stack it just so - with extra to the side to feed to it as needed. He groaned and stretched out his back, surveying the sanded hole.

"Speech"

He hated how cold it was, but his mother said thats just how the north was. The pup fluffed up his white fur, the sun was hurting his eyes so hed found himself hiding in the shady spots of the ship that was their home. The albino pup was staring at this strange wolf dig a pit... what was he doing?

He crawled carefully from his hiding spot. Que surveryed the hole walking around it with round eyed curiosity. Then he looked at the big one, the adult who had made the hole. Que pointed at it then tilted his head. As if asking what it was for.

A quick roam around the borders of the SS. Antiox and Beauregard and Blind were on their way back to the ship. He was in a good mood, and the small fox seemed to have forgiven him for how he spoke to her with Maren, even if he was in his right to do so. She was certainly sassy, but Beau didn’t mind that too much. He liked that she had personality and fire… and that she would challenge him. She was a good little fox at heart. He hummed softly to himself as he padded along, Blind bounding at his heels. He spotted Mercury, as well as one of the young pups that were in the pack now. Voodoo’s kid, maybe? Was there another mother? He wasn’t sure. He padded closer to them, and the pit that Mercury had dug. His ears twitched curiously and he frowned thoughtfully at it. The kiddo was pointing towards it, as if asking what it was for, and Beauregard had to admit he was curious too. “What are you making here, Merc? It seems a little weird.” He had no idea what the other man was making, nor that he intended to tame fire like some in his old pack had been able to do. Then he shifted his gaze towards the little one, offering him a small smile. "Hello there." "Talk, 'Think.'