Vox nodded and sprinted out the room, the years he spent as a hunter paying off. He lived at the edge of the village, inside an old hollowed out bear den that he has cleared out a few years ago. Though it was against the shamans wishes he had turned the den into a homebase with his workshop along the village border. When he had reached his base, Vox wasted no time. It was a simple thing really, the humans called it a blanket. Apparently they wrapped them around babies to keep them warm. He taken the pelt of a black bear he killed at the beginning of fall and fashioned it into something that would keep the baby warm. Vox began to quickly make his way back to Siwa's hut.