He receives a faceful of half-chewed bird as the yeti gleefully chomps on his seemingly favourite meal, which unfortunately is not the one Arakh provided. Perhaps he's just lost a point there, but the competitive colt is not the sort to give up. He swishes his tail determinedly and listens hard as the yeti speaks again, ready to fulfill the next request to the best of his ability.

A pillow. The boy's face furrows into a frown, racking his brain for a potential idea. This one will be hard - somehow he doesn't think the yeti will be satisfied with a pile of leaves like Arakh would be. He meanders away, his handsome young face screwed up in concentration as he desperately hunts for something soft enough and comfortable enough to meet the yeti's exacting standards. In this snow-covered wilderness, the options are severely limited.

He considers pelts, but there's so few things big enough out here and all of them would be almost impossible to kill alone. He mooches through the snow, hopelessly devoid of ideas, until with a sickening crunch he realises he's stepped in something. Glancing down, he grimaces - it's a half-decayed elk carcass, the pelt and meat unfortunately gone and only a few organs preserved against the snow. Amongst these is a bladder, and the colt's eyes light up. Aha! He drags the crusty bladder free, noting that it's frozen from its long stint in the snow but is still whole - a couple of fire-beetles are sent towards it, enough to dry it out and make it pliable again without burning it.

Holding the grisly trophy between his jaws, he creates a fire-fox to dive through the snow, melting it away and exposing some long grass beneath. After holding the fire-fox nearby for a few moments to dry out the grass, Arakh begins to use his teeth, hooves and horns to slash up great chunks of it, stuffing it into the bladder with speedy gusto. It isn't long before he has a rudimentary pillow, the bladder stuffed with grass then sealed at the top by burning it shut with the fire-fox. The boy rests his own head on it for a moment to test the softness, finds it to his approval, and carries it towards the yeti. It's quite small, but hopefully squishy enough to meet with the creature's standards.

He plonks his creation in front of the yeti, grinning up and subtly glancing around to see what everybody else has done for this most difficult of tasks. "Nice and squishy. Arakh checked." He steps backwards, hope flaring in his heart.

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Arakh finds a corpse of an elk, and stuffs the bladder with soft grass.

Arakh is seeking a griffin. [one refusal]