Fanning the Flames

Sylvia's crown shot up at the mention of a pack, presumably nearby. Winterfell, Drifa called it, and the russet woman would commit both names into her memory. It was the first time since coming to these lands, after meeting a dozen other wolves, that she had heard of a pack. She knew that her cousin ruled such a group, but when Valkyrie spoke of her raiding party, she failed to give Sylvia proper directions. Now here she was, wondering about the new land, trying to locate her cousin. Now, perhaps, she had a lead. A grin played her lips at the mention of her being a warrior, and she chuckled lightly. "A pleasure to meet you, Healer Drifa. I am Sylvia, and yes I am a warrior of sorts." A warrior without a pack or fellow raiders, didn't sound much like a warrior at all, but this stranger didn't need to know that. "Winterfell is your pack? Is there a female by the name of Valkyrie there?" She inquired, doubting her luck would be so great but nevertheless she had to try. Suddenly the snow monkey from before came walking over, and Sylvia narrowed her eyes as it spoke of being the Healer's partner. Odd, she thought, considering the monkey looked more like an exotic appetizer than a companion, but at least it was well mannered. "Greetings, Halla." She nodded awkwardly.

As Drifa began her lesson on building a proper fire, Sylvia would sit back on her haunches, closer to the circle, and leaned in to obverse the female's actions and soak in the information. She nodded as she explained the purpose of the circle, and chuckled softly to herself as she thought of all the times this knowledge would've been helpful. "And what exactly is the purpose of different sized sticks? Wouldn't it be more efficient to gather the largest faster?" She questioned, but got up to find small sticks anyway. The wind from above must've been strong enough to take down the small twigs from shrubs and young trees, as the floor of the gorge seemed to be littered with various small options. Sylvia would carefully collect them in her maw, a bit of dirt catching on her teeth if she was too aggressive with her gathering, before returning to the circle. There, she would place them down outside the circle, not wanting to ruin the building process if her twigs were not up to par.