Light the Fire

Long shadows were creeping over the land, turning the setting towards blues and purples. Corbie stretched her tired muscles, then signaled to Ayer. The kinkajou nodded and turned to rummage through the set up next to the fire pit in the barn while Corbie trotted outside to the area they'd cleared of vegetation down to dirt. In the center was a long, low slung pile of sticks and logs, waiting for them. Once more Corbie raised her muzzle to the sky to call the pack together in the last rays of the setting sun. Ayer came up beside her, holding a lit torch in one paw.