Greedy Bones

The woman agreed with him about the temperature. Lascivious thoughts flared through the mans mind and he chuckled to himself. They could very well keep one another warm. She was in her heat, so he doubted she'd complain too much. Alas... he was a gentleman. Sort of. Maybe?

The fae came closer to the fire and expressed her surprise at it. A rumble reverberated through the brutes wide chest. "Where I come from, if you can't make fire, you die." His lands were much colder than these. Ice and snow year round. Since she was curious, he would show her.

Rising from his place, the striped man padded forward around the edge of the fire. Seating himself again, he took flint and stone in paw from the braided rope around his neck. Clacking them together produced a spark which petered out quickly, but the demonstration was made. "Flint and steel. Makes fire easy." Rather than move back to where he was, the man stayed, staring at the dark woman before him. "Out late for a lone woman. These parts must not be too dangerous?" He was letting her know that he wasn't from around here although she might have guessed it since his accent was so thick.

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