Splat! [Bog]

Bog turned to look right at him in response to his question and Áskell suddenly realized how close he was to the other boy. His cheeks felt hot and it wasn't the fire, he was struck dumb for a moment, staring into the others eyes before Bog started working on the fish again, explaining what he was doing. Áskell was dimly aware of his heart beating a bit harder in his chest than he remembered and he tried to focus on what the swamp wolf was telling him about cooking and seasoning food. "Wow, you're really clever. I never would have thought of trying to cook my food." He'd used fire to smoke food for preservation but never to cook something to just eat.

After the explanation a moment of silence fell between them. Áskell fidgeted, unsure if he should try to fill it and if so how but soon the conversation picked up again. He grinned. "Well, it depends where you den. Some parts of the rocks and caves do stay pretty warm but it smells weirder there."

Áskell settled down on a nearby log, stretching out along it. "So, do you have any friends you hang out with?"