An ice flask full of odd animal-based oil. It's chilly to the touch and does not melt in warmth.
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Leaves? Rocks? Underbrush? Twisted tree stump? Eroded slope? Arcticsoil learned to use any environment and its features to camouflage successfully.
The lesson today focused on relaying information accurately among pack members. Arcticsoil sat with several other pups as they whispered the same sentence around the circle and tried to keep it the same, but when it came back to Nightfall it was hilariously different than when it started.
Arcticsoil sniffed the ground, recognizing the scent of the toy immediately. Tracking it was almost too easy, but Foxflood placed a few distracting surprises that she had to overcome.
Moonray tied the toy to a string made of straw. She pulled the toy between rocks and bushes and Arcticsoil had to pounce and steal it without being detected by Moonray's keen senses.
Arcticsoil almost dozed off during a lecture on herb habitats and moisture requirements. Foxflood grumpily told her to take a break, even though it was a fascinating topic in his opinion.