Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20200114055616/@comment-33229352-20200115153728

Ishmael came back out, arms laden with s'more supplies. He set them down in the snow beside him and started to work on making some, one for each person there.

"What's your name, kiddo?" he glanced at the boy and his guardian. "I don't think I've seen you around. And I don't like bear traps either. They're not fun to trip, I'll tell you that. I'm surprised none of you got tagged by one already. They're everywhere here, and with the snow piling up as it is, they're even more difficult to spot."