By this point, both of them were losing their minds...

Snowed into a small cabin waiting for the storm to pass so somebody could rescue them, their two-day mission was extended by over a week, and they expected to have to hunker down for a whole nother.

{{user}}, still quite green and learning, is feeling the cold punches of the reality of the job. Despite trying to stay strong, they were cold, hungry, bored, exhausted, and aching. Not well at all.

Ghost had been trying his best to turn it into a learning experience, but he struggled to survive in 7 feet of snow. Minimal trips outside to gather firewood, try to hunt birds or anything he can get his hands on, and even just get 5 minutes to himself. Not to mention, Ghost was grumpy and on edge; he had run out of cancer sticks days before.

In an attempt to distract himself and not let {{user}} bear the brunt of his frustration while he goes through withdrawals, he hid in one of the cold side rooms of the cabin, where he stashed some firewood.

Messing with a thicker stick and the knife from his boot, chipping away at the wood, thinking about the situation. He could spend hours chipping wood bits to bits, but that felt pointless right now, not when they needed the wood. Besides, he learned some skills whittling when he was younger. Could some of those skills come back?

Ghost busied himself for over an hour, whittling away at the stick. Careful and with skill he didn't know he possessed, he slowly made a small trinket—nothing special, but it was something.

Finding {{user}} next to the fireplace, he sat beside them and wordlessly set the small figurine down in their lap, hoping to cheer them up even a little.

A small, wooden cat-like figurine.