LAST BREATH && fishing.

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Gwen carefully picked up a few, barely able to talk with the large trout in her mouth, her words a bit jumbled as she spoke. "Yeah, a fire sounds nice. I t-think everybody will feel better with warm food." Warm food in cold weather always cheered the kitsune up. Maybe she could dig around her cabin, which, luckily, had mostly been untouched due to the fact she had little to no valuables after just moving in, see if she could find some tea or instant hot chocolate, and she added, "I don't think a lot of Snowbounders t-trust the Pitt and what they o-offer." In this situation, they could easily poison one or two Snowbounders for kicks, something to strike fear in the other Snowbounders. "And I don't want to cozy up to them. Not after what h-happened to Atbash." She murmured.