[Seasonal Event] feel like whistling

Emmett ee-yawed and nodded to confirm that the weight was fine; he'd pulled much more cumbersome things in his time at the farm. Masses of crops, wood from the forest for fires, his siblings when they were bored and wanted a ride...some debris from the pub was hardly enough to give him a problem. With a determined snuffle he set off walking. Melita seemed excited about the fire (almost a little too excited. He didn't want to be encouraging a would-be arsonist). Emmett personally had always found a fire a little frightening, the speed at which it could spread, destroy, consume; he'd seen several farms go up in smoke over the years and it had never been a fun experience. He walked up to a small spot of clear ground just out of the settlement and shuffled out of the harness before transforming back into his human form. "Right, so we should start settin' up here. Do ya...have a way to start a fire?" Ok, Here It Goes