In the wild, a father squirrel makes his nest separate but close to the mother and infants. When a predator came knocking at the mothers nest, the father jumped out and started making as much noise as he could to draw the predator away, which also woke the young warlock sleeping under his tree. He quickly jumped up and turned in time to see Mister Squirrel jump from one tree to the other whilst being pursued by some sort of cat-like creature. Instinctively, he reached out...and blue fire shot from his hand to hit the predictor right as it was jumping to follow Mister Squirrel. He watched it fall and stared at it for a moment after, watching the blue flames subside. Then he looked back up at the tree it had jumped from and noticed another squirrel tentatively poking its head out of its nest. He smiled. "Halo Nyonya Tupai." (Hello Mrs squirrel) Slowly, the child walked up to the still smoking creature on the jungle floor. He wasn't quite sure what it was but it wasn't much bigger than the squirrel itself. Its fur had completely burned away, leaving a layer of soot and ash all over its body. Before long, Mister squirrel came and joined him, watching from the big rock. The boy shrugged at it. "Sarapan, kurasa" (breakfast I guess.) He took the creature by the tail and held out his other hand for Mister Squirrel, who jumped on, ran up his arm and settled on his shoulder. "I should probably give you a proper name." The boy told the squirrel, as he went in search of water. "Maybe Kecil Mongol. Kegol. Yeah, I like that. You can buy my very own kecilkan aku"
Finding water wasn't too hard. It was fairly early in the morning and a lot of other creatures were also making there way to have there first drink of the day. He just had to follow them. He made sure to keep Kigol close by, in case any of these other creatures also wanted to make a meal of him. He also wanted to keep hold of the dead beasts body untill he was done with it, in case one of them tried to swipe it from him, so cleaning that was the first job, dunking its body in the water and rubbing away all the ash. The river was flowing so the ash washed away down stream. Underneath, the meat was black and chared. Not the best cocked meat but at least it wasn't raw and any meat was better than no meat at all (unless it was human meat or the meat from a beloved pet. No matter how desperate Mongol got, that was a line he would never cross). He ate it, tearing off bits of meat with his hands until he couldn't find any more he could do that with, then left the rest for the other creatures if they wanted it. After he was done with the meat, he dipped his fingers in the cool water and rubbed his face with it, before repeating the process and running his wet fingers through his hair. He had always had quite long hair. He remembered his mother combing it back with her fingers to knott it behind his head. He splashed his face again, more violently. He didn't want to think about his mother right now. Kigol had been perched on his knee while he'd been eating. When he stood up, Kigol climbed up his leg. He was still only wearing his night shift and the feeling of the squirrel scurring over the thin fabric made him giggle. "hay, itu menggelitik." (Hay, that tickles.)
He made his way down stream looking for somewhere the water might be deeper. The river flowed into a small pound that came about to his waist. Hesitantly, he dipped his toe in. It was cold but nothing he couldn't handle. He wadded into it and took off his night shirt, for the first time noticing it has been covered in ash. When had that happened? He shrugged, dipping the nightshirt in the water and scrubbing the ash away. When he chanced to look back up at the bank, he noticed Kigol staring at him with his head cocked to one side. "kamu punya ide yang lebih baik?" (You got a better idea?) The water around him was slowly turning gray with ash. When he was satisfied he'd got as much of it out as he could, he folded it, rung it out and left it on the bank hoping it would dry somewhat while he then attempted to wash himself. It didn't. He sighed, getting out of the water and putting the still damp nightshirt back on. If he could summon fire balls surly that meant he could also warm things up a little. Ah well. He would just have to make do with being cold for now.
When they got back to their tree, a beaver-like creature has been nawing at its base. "hei, hentikan itu." (Hay, stop that.) Mongol called out when he noticed. "This is our resting tree." He said, shoving the beaver to the side with his foot. "Go on, mengusir." The beaver stalked away and Mongol settled back between the rock and the tree while Kigol scurried back up the tree to his nest.