Their positions had been settled and Hatsu watched quietly as the four search groups trudged off beyond the trees. The boy shivered involuntarily; even with Adeline blocking the wind it was absolutely freezing. Careful to keep Death and the others in his peripheral vision, he stepped off a few feet to the nearest tree and tore off one of the bushier frozen branches. He slammed it against an ice-coated rock a few times to dislodge most of the snow and ice and brought it back to the huddle with him.<span style="font-style: italic">Some fire would do us some good,</span>he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">What does it matter if it's frozen? Lightning sets rain-soaked trees on fire all the time... I think.</span><br/><br/>Disregarding his doubts in favor of the hope for warmth, Hatsu dealt a steady charge of electricity to the leaves of his would-be torch. To his elation, they ignited before long, and the warmth was a godsend, but it was obvious it wouldn't last very long. The entire branch was only enough fuel for a few minutes at best-- but a few minutes was better than nothing. The others came to huddle by his small fire for as long as it could keep them from frostbite. "There's got to be at least one fire user in the group, don't you think?" Hatsu asked. It was inconceivable to him that there weren't thousands of fire type demons out there who could have bonded with any one of them.<br/><br/>As time went on, their tiny fire withered down to an ashen stump, and Hatsu trudged on through the snow to grab more wood. He was careful never to get too far from the group-- always withing eyesight. When he returned, he had in his arms a small bundle of frosted sticks. Several of them had been buried under the snow, and his hands felt raw from digging through the snow to get them. Hatsu arranged the sticks into a little pile and used his electricity to start them on fire, huddling closer to bring life back to his numbed fingers.<br/><br/>This little fire lasted much longer than the first-- close to an hour-- and he was actually starting to feel almost cozy. With life-sustaining heat finally coursing through him again, the boy didn't want to acknowledge that the snow around them was moving. But something like that is kind of hard to ignore. He sighed, "Fantastic. Something else that probably wants to kill us." He turned to two of the others in the group: a girl who could weapon-morph her arms into blades and a boy who used sound waves to amplify his blows. "Think you can take this? I'm trying to save my energy."<br/><br/>*open dibs on these npc's-- if anyone wants them*