[Deep in the Woods]

Atreyu smiles innocently.

...

Okay, so as a werewolf with lots of sharp pointy teeth, it doesn't look that innocent. Snuggled into the furs beside Kestrel, he turns and mutters a word, causing a mote of flame to appear in his hand. It casts a flickering orange glow over the two of them for a moment, then he turns and casually lobs the fire down at the prepped campfire spot below.

"Fire's lit. We can get to cooking. Would y'care to do the honours? They're yer kills after all." Look at him, cheekily disregarding Kes's accusations! Well, for the moment anyway. He gets up and pulls away part of the foliage, grabbing the vine rope and offering a hand to her to join him. And boy, as soon as she steps away from the furs, now that she's not huddled up against a werewolf either, Kes will be able to tell it is starting to feel quite cold already.

"You needn't worry, Missy, but if yer that concerned yer welcome to take half the furs an' see how long y'last 'fore getting too cold. But I promise, we'd be better off sharing. You don't need ta be concerned, I won't bite." He pauses, and flashes her a grin, "Well, not unless y'ask nicely, anyways."