A warm fire and a cozy bedroll

Building a nest of dry mosses, she carefully tipped the coal from the safety of its horn into the tinder. Gently, she blew on it to bring its heat to the surface, until the mosses smoked and then, suddenly, burst into flame. Carefully she fed it shredded birch bark, then twigs, then larger sticks, until finally she built a tent of thick branches for the new fire. As it crackled cheerfully, slowly working on building itself a coal base, she busied herself setting up the little metal tripod for the kettle. She'd just picked up the kettle itself, and turned towards the clean snow to scoop some into it to melt for the tea, when she was startled by a brightly colored young wolf approaching her, asking to join her. Corbie set the kettle down to free her mouth, which curved into a welcoming smile. "Of course you are welcome, no trade necessary - I will be glad of the company. Would you like some tea?" She quickly filled the kettle and returned to the fire to hang it over the flames.