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Corbie had returned home to the plains with a little time to spare before lambing, so she had taken the time to place the meat supplies she'd brought in the supplies, and taken the sledge back out. It wouldn't be long before it was too warm and melted the ice that temporarily "glued" the sledge together, so she might as well get some more use out of it. To that end, she had taken up the rawhide collar that went around her chest and shoulder and set off with it to collect wood. She didn't often choose to have a fire, usually only when she needed it to dry meats, boil something, or something like that. But when she did, she wanted to have a readily available supply of sticks small enough for her to snap in her jaws - which, since they could break femurs, meant they could be pretty large, but she preferred not to spend all her time chomping up wood for a fire, so a lot of what she usually collected was fairly small. Living on the grasslands though, meant that she didn't have a ready supply of wood that size, or any size. She might not have time to restock during lambing, and a fire might very well come in handy for warming chilled lambs, so she took the sledge off to the nearest supply of hardwoods, which was the small grove in the emerald valley she always visited. Luckily with her small needs she never did end up taking enough to deplete the supply before it could rejuvenate itself.

Stepping out of the rawhide collar and leaving the sledge where it was for the moment, Corbie stepped up to the first tree, a sturdy maple sapling, and began working to snap it some of the branches off where they met the trunk.