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Jynn's answer made sense enough to Dagrún. Maybe she'd see other maned wolves in the future when she was able to wander farther. She finished stacking the sticks hen looked to her companion who then said it was important to add tinder to the top to catch on fire, something like dried leaves. Dagrún quickly complied, scooping up a big mouthful of dry, fallen leaves and dumping them on the top.

"Ok, now we need to start the fire. Grab the flint and steel out of the travois." Dagrún nodded and bounded over to the travois to select the suggested items. Once they were in her jaws she scurried back over to the fire ring and set them down. "Ok, set the flint onto the edge of the fire ring, as close to the leaves as possible. Take the flint in your mouth and strike it against the flint to make a spark."

Dagrún did as she was instructed to and it was awkward at first. She swung her head striking he steel against the flint. There was no spark. She tried again, no spark. By the fiftieth try she got a spark and by the eightieth time she finally got the kindling to catch fire. It slowly then spread through the rest of the sticks. She let out a cheer then flopped down on her belly.