Tear me to Pieces, Skin to Bone, I

Shuule quickly assembled the driest wood she could find, also luckily finding a flint that was buried in the snow after being haphazardly tossed aside at some point. She ushered the flame the best she could. It was mostly black, angry smoke, but she really just needed coals, Ukko bringing back rocks to push into the mess.

Before he came back, however, Shuule's hair raised, hearing someone coming up behind her from the cave, the scent of Lucius tipping her off that it wasn't a friend.

She turned around, growling before she even looked at him, but stopped short, seeing the dark haired male - clothed this time - Holding an iron cauldron and thin leather skives.

"Harvey made this," he grunted, not holding eye contact, which surprised her.

"I don't know if I can get it hot enough," Shuule said wearily, defeated. She had no strength to keep posturing to the wolf, who was clearly following orders still from Harvey. If he attacked her and dragged her away, so be it, at this point.