Once he had shaken some of the excess water off of him, he would gaze around his surroundings; and at the others, the strangers, coming from the lake as well. Where they victimizers, or victims themselves? He could not be certain, so didn't dare to pass judgment yet. Instead, he trailed off into the nearby woods, and picked up some  fallen branches, twigs, leaves and the like.  His tiger, seemingly in understanding of what was going to be done, or just trained well, even helps by dragging a branch in his teeth with him.<br/><br/>He gets back towards the lake side, near the others, and sets about making a small fire. He builds the fire up carefully, choosing a spot with either little or no grass, not wishing to risk an out of control fire, but not wanting to spend the time searching for enough stones to make a proper circle. He gets the flint and steel out of his Haversack, and in a few moments, he's got a small fire going; one which would, over the next few minutes, progress up to a fairly robust one.<br/><br/>"Hey." He calls out to the others, his voice seeming unaccustomed to speech. "Gather over here. The fire will help dry you all off."  Ripper was already doing just that, sprawled out by his master. The Siberian Tiger was also now grooming itself, though it kept a wary eye on the others. The animal did not really trust them, either, but so long as they did not harm his master, or him, the large cat was content to leave them alone.