Playing with Fire

Dag was glad the ground was soft where she was digging. She hated getting dirt on her claws since they were like cat claws and would be difficult to retract and clean if they got really muddy. Once she was done digging the fire pit she turned to go find some sticks. It was at that moment she heard someone coming. Her ears stood straight up and she saw another girl about her age who had a snake wrapped around her neck. "How'd you know I was making a fire? Do you make them to?" She grinned. "I'm Dagrún. You want to help? I need to find some sticks." Luckily there were quite a few sticks nearby. A storm must have blown through the area a few days before and broken off some weaker branches. She pounced on a nearby stick that had several small branches. She used her teeth to break off the smaller ones and throw them into the pit.