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With just a little more effort the flames would begin to lick at the cattails and the blaze would begin. Rhythm used her sense of touch to keep out of the fire’s way but also feeding it and helping it to grow. As the moments passed by the she wolf began to place larger and larger pieces on their little camp fire. As Lúta prepared the tea she realized she was excited. Not much was able to do that to her anymore, but she was glad to experience it.

Finally the fire was stable enough to warm water and Rhythm backed away a little to give her partner a little room, but also position her coil pot in a place where it might dry faster. ”It’ll be some time before it’s dry enough to drink out of. I wouldn’t mind sharing your bowl.” Her chocolate and cream tail wagged softly at her hips as she settled down into a more relaxed position near the fire.