The saber was willing to go back out into the cold to look for other survivors, but he didn't want to leave in case his new found friends froze to death while he was gone. Thinking quickly he nudged the flint with his large maxillary tooth, surprised when a small spark flew from that. Alistair soon groaned and huffed since he had no possible way to light the fire-place himself, gently pawing at the flint to scoot it across the frozen floor to the edge of the fireplace.
Storm only getting worse with time as day turned to night, the felid's ears perking as he heard strange howling and snarling; Folding his ears back as he bared his teeth, watching the door cautiously. It seemed they weren't alone out here in the mountainous region.