Sylvia opens an eye, blinking slowly. Her vision blurs for a
moment, then clears as she opens the other eye. Sylvia sits up and
yawns a long, toothy yawn. When she is done, she stands up, her
nine tales bouncing up behind her. She walks out of her den and
tried to find a spot to sit, shivering when a slight breeze passes
through her fur. When she does, she curls up and begins blowing
small embers onto her paws. Sylvia's Flash Fire absorbs the embers,
warming her to the bone.