Pitching A Tent... Not That Kind of Tent

Wyndelin grinned as the pup introduced himself and agreed to help. He watched with amusement as the pup worked out how to gather the pine sap and started adding to the bowl. "Ok, now we have to heat the sap on a fire and mix up some ash. I have one just over here, see the smoke?" Wyndelin slipped back into his travois and picked up the lip of the bowl carefully in his jaws before trotting over to the fire. Once there he set the bowl down on the hot coals. "Ok, now we want to add some ash to it, like this." He picked up another stick and carefully scooted it into the ash. He then moved his head to dump the ash into the pine sap. Once they had enough he'd stir it in.