This morning's prompt was 'snowshoe'. Someone makes a snowshoe?

The bunch from yesterday can be presumed to have a portable 3D printer to fabricate  incidentals. Less durable and convenient than having brought the right tool.

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They needed to fab a couple dozen snowshoes and that took time and feedstock. The chief petty organized the latter with enthusiasm, even glee, and the dumb ones grumbled about how Banks hadn't forgotten about his cap. They were soon sorry for that as they were 'volunteered' for extra 'in situ resource gathering '.

Wendy finished bringing in organic matter, mostly what passed for wood here and gathered a little bit more. The materials were unknown to her and their properties suspect, but she striped a branch and bent it into an oval. Cord was shredded bark and she wove a webbing, made straps and tried it on. It would do, in a pinch, and started on other one she needed.

She glanced up at Banks quietly watching her work.

"Chief?"

"Looks good, but wear fleet issue. Remind me again where you're from?"

"Montana. Earth."

"Figured."