Brand growled.  He<span style="font-style: italic">hated</span>being one-upped by prey.  He headed for the cave, snatching up a handful of simulated branches with one hand while keeping hold of the squirell with the other.<br/><br/>The cave was a bit warmer, and Brand tossed the branches into a pile.  Annoyed at being trapped, he spat a ball of flame at the branches and got a fire started.  He was not going to let the bloody squirell die and get reformed.