<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Survival check to make a fire: 1d20 (take 10) + 10 = 20</div></div></div><br/><br/>Lilium and Ureck aren't the only ones having doubts about their expedition. As Sherani works an improvised<a class="postlink" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bow_drill#Hand_drill">hand drill</a>over a notched log, she finds her attention wandering over the little camps they've built. And yes, they're definitely<span style="font-weight: bold">camps</span>. While they may be sharing a clearing in the woods, their layout reminds her more of those big city buildings full of strangers- apartments, they called them. A place you go to live near strangers to don't really intend to meet. Maybe that sort of aloofness works in the city, but the wilderness is a lot less kind to loner type. If the three of them keep treating each other like strangers - or worse, like enemies - they're going to be in trouble when the real bad guys show up... But how do you cozy up to people who don't want to make friends?<br/><br/>Sherani glances between her two should-be-allies, trying to decide which to approach first. Lilium? The kitsune is practically locked in her tent with Rak, and hasn't said a kind word to her since the fight in Espen. Remembering her own words back in the alley, Sherani is forced to admit it's as much her fault as Lil's. (Okay, probably more.) Ureck? The collie's definitely been kinder than Lilium, but it's hard to tell whether it's out of respect or fear. From the way he's huddled himself up, Sherani suspects the latter. She could probably send him screaming in terror just by grinning the wrong way. Neither is particularly promising, but she has to start somewhere...<br/><br/>The shifter settles back into working her drill, frowning as she mulls over the problem.<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Ureck wrote:</cite>“Er… I do not suppose either of you two would mind my company tonight, would you?” he called to his two companions. “I’m afraid I’m not quite as… readily prepared as I should be…”</div></blockquote><br/>"Huh?" Sherani says, glancing up from her work in bemusement. It takes a moment for Ureck's request to actually sink in (distracted as she is, ironically, by how to ask the same question in reverse). When it finally hits gray matter, though, her face lights up, and she waves the collie over. "Oh, yeah... Yeah! C'mon over! I've got plenty a' room! Hey Lil, you wanna join us?" She adds, nodding to her own leaf bed and the small tipi of kindling at her feet. "It's a lot comfier, and I'm gonna have this thing roaring in a jiffy!"<br/><br/>Sure enough, a few seconds later the tip of Sherani's drill is is marked by a trickle of pale smoke and a tiny orange glow. The shifter quickly scoops up a handful of dry tinder and holds it to the smoldering wood dust, waiting for it to catch so she can transfer the burning mass to her kindling.