Alana had to applaud her two companions for their effort, but, not to her surprise, most of the wood that came back were unusable. Finding good firewood wasn't an easy task. Even normally when Alana was out by herself, she could spent hours and not find anything good. Logs took so long to dry and even the slightest moisture made a fire difficult to start. At least, on the bright side, it reduced the risk of Alana burning down any forest. Alana picked through the wood and with the best pieces, managed to get a small smokey fire going. The breeze wasn't too bad tonight, though every now and then it'd blow eastward, sending a billow of smoke in that direction. "I think this will make do for now." She nodded, coughing slightly at the smoke. "Not the cleanest fire I've made, but beggars can't be choosers, can they?" She tapped the ground with her foot. "It's damp enough that the fire won't, or at least shouldn't, spread. I think we're pretty much set for the night. Just need something to eat, hmm..." Alana's eyes glazed over for a brief moment, contemplating what they could eat for the night. Beggars can't be choosers. She'd be okay with anything honestly, at long as it didn't make her sick. Though with such a smokey fire, maybe they could smoke something simple. Maybe.