Perfectly golden or a bit of char on yours?

A new day rose, and with the turning of the season Charlie had become aware of the temperature shift in the North. Living here, nights were always on the chilly side, but the sun seemed more determined to warm the earth, and the day felt wonderful. He had spent a chunk of it roaming the territory of the Col… sort of just walking and observing, keeping in mind the patrol he’d gone on with Hazel. His ears were perked, curious, and it wasn’t until he had started to come back towards the densite that he caught the scent of smoke. Charlie’s had grown in a pack where fire pits weren’t exactly uncommon but he was still curious. Surely the sun was warm enough to keep them warm now?

He furrowed his brow, deciding to investigate the source of the fire and the one who was tending to it. He moved quietly across the earth, and before long one of their fire pits could be seen. There was a lady tending to it, an older one, and that wasn’t all. He caught the scent of food that was just beginning to cook by the flames. A brow quirked, an interest in something that wasn’t the sort of thing he would consider a typical skill being what encouraged him to close the distance. “Excuse me,” he called to the blue figure. “What are you making?” He’d never handled caring for a fire himself, though he did enjoy the flicker of the flames and the sound it made as it licked across the wood.