Blacktail Deer Plateau Starting a fire

The mongrel strolled along the edges of the forest, his bright stare peering around at the area as he allowed his paws to guide him forward. His focus became locked onto a small mass of water up ahead, one that had managed to form itself into a small pond of sorts, cradling itself in the centre of the terrain. In his approach, Flint watched as the running water filled the pond, only to continue its journey down stream - flowing off to grace other areas of the wilds. And for a moment, the yearling was silent, briefly observing the sparkling liquid that shimmered and danced elegantly in front of him. The youth couldn't help but admire the free-flow of the water and soon found himself smiling at nature herself, but as quick as the smile came, it had vanished. Flint shifted himself, turning his attention to look out across the horizon, the chill of the winter winds nipping icily at his nose as leathery nostrils flared at the scent of an unfamiliar aroma. 

A frown furrowed across his features and Flint lowered his head slightly, large paws eventually moving him away from the waters edge and closer toward the treeline, ”Hello?” He chuffed, dark skull tilting curiously as he began to search the area for the source of this new smell.

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