Lia has never scouted for animals. She remembers a distant time when D'Eon would bring kittens to put on her lap or injured baby birds that he thought his sister might nurse back to health. It's been years since she thought of that, as well. She hasn't even had pets with the amount of traveling she does.

But Pod is so sweet, so earnest that Lia feels compelled. She can search for humans as well, but animals are easier to carry, if more difficult to find.

Firewood she can do, for she's never been too good to risk a cold night travelling or wished to stay entirely in the dark along a road side. "Then I will be back."

It's regret to leave the warmth Pod has made and Lia takes a small breath. She finds a few sticks but most of the wood has been exhausted or buried by the snow. She's several yards away when she holds out her hand.

She whispers a prayer, words coming from her lips without real effort or thought, words flowing down her gloved fingers to blow the snow upward in a great rush and clear a path to let her get to the wood at the bottom.