"Agreed." Swims-With-Pride responded as he got dressed and picked up his armor and other belongings to take back to camp. They walked back together and arrived just as the fire was about to go out. Swims quickly dropped his things and got to work building back up the fire by adding more wood, and using a fire spell to keep it going. Once it was no longer in danger of going out, he had the idea of bringing the rest of the firewood close to their campfire in the hopes that it would dry out more thoroughly, and therefore be easier to burn. 

Once they were settled in again, Swims grabbed his bag and pulled out some of the dried fish he had packed for their journey. He didn't have space in his bag for proper plates, bowls, and other cutlery, so he had to make a makeshift spit out of wet sticks. He had asked about how to do it before, but this was the first time he actually made one. Impaling the stick through the fish, he positioned it over the fire so it would cook. "Alright, hopefully that will be done soon enough. I certainly won't have a problem getting to sleep once we eat. I think the fire will be enough to keep away all the dangerous creatures."