like the chestburster from alien but way less cool

The horse continued to speak to him as he worked. When her intentions finally clicked he stopped what he was doing and looked up at her in surprise. She could make fire? Was that what she was saying? It kind of sounded like it. Well then, if she could do that, she was probably his best bet. And now it sounded like she was leaving. "Wait," he called after her. "How you make et, eh? I bring da kin'dling, ya make da fire?" He looked around frantically, his expression brightening considerably when he caught sight of a pine tree nearby.

Sunder ran to it and clawed off a patch of bark. Underneath was a mass of dry fibers. These he flaked off in big patches with his claws before gingerly stuffing them in his mouth. What little moisture was in there was immediately wicked away by the bitter, turpentine strands. Hopefully he wouldn't make them too damp.

When his mouth was full he ran back to the horse. and looked up at her expectantly.