Drizzt tried to light the fire with a spark from his dagger.
It had taken longer than it should to break the ice at his fishing pools. The sun dipped past the hills around the valley, covering them in chilling shadows. In the climb back up to the cave, he fell into a snow drift up to his shoulders.
He managed to get back into the cave. His fingers were numb and swollen and too clumsy to make a spark, but he still tried.
He kept trying till night fell. The air turned even icier.
He wasn't getting the fire lit. His sense of what that meant was even number than his fingertips. He knew, he just-- couldn't manage to feel anything about it.
He still had to try to survive. He summoned Guenhwyvar.
She lay down next to him.
He curled up next to her, and wrapped himself as tightly as he could in his cloak.
He fell asleep.