Max looked over. "Fire doesn't have lungs. That's ridiculous." He said softly.

Kleo laughed and shook her head. "It still needs air," she said quietly. "That's why smothering it in dirt works so well to put out fires."

Max rolled his eyes. "You're making things up." He said softly. "Fire can't breathe and I'm sure it doesn't need air like we do."

Kleo laughed softly and shrugged. "All I know if that blowing air on it makes it spread faster," she said lightly. "And if you don't give it air it dies."

Max twisted his mouth. "Huh....all right fire-mancer. I'll believe you for once." He teased.

Kleo stuck her tongue out at him. "Alright well.. you've got your fire," she said, getting up again. "need anything else before I go hunting?"

Max warmed his hands. 'No, I don't think so." He said looking around the camp fire.

Kleo smiled and nodded. "Be back in a little while then," she said lightly. She walked off into the woods calmly.

Max watched her go, curious and wanted to follow but knowing he shouldn't. He lay his bed roll out and slipped down into it, closing his eyes.

Kleo closed her eyes, pausing once she was out of sight and a moment later a fox raced into the woods.

She returned about an hour later, back to normal, carrying a couple rabbits with her by the ears.

Max grinned. "I love rabbit." he said. "Mostly because that's all I can catch." He said lightly, leaning back.

Kleo laughed and found two sticks. "Well if you wanna help me skin them we can roast them," she said lightly.

Maxim nodded and pulled out a knife. "Sure thing, bring one here." he said.

Kleo handed him one and pulled out her own knife, knowing what to do on her own.