Even before we stepped past the treeline we were dogged by a creature with the most extraordinary coat, the colors of leaves, shadow, and bark were woven into the threads so that from some distance he may be difficult to spot, even though he made a din which could be heard from far off.
Here we stopped to build a fire and have a bite to eat while the footpad was put to work making a fuzz stick. That pill bottle is just my cheating with matches, I haven't gotten down to a tinderbox on my list yet.
The always enthusiastic Shadow sees no need for a fire when there are sticks to be thrown!
Most of the fuel was somewhat damp from the snow but we kept a little fire lit long enough to warm our bread and cheese!
Fettered to a perch? A mere stick leaned against a tree is no match for Blaze!
This stick is much better.
After Blaze's exercise we did a bit of our own, not pictured is a bit of sparring between the three of us where my companions played with a polearm for the first time.
