Misha raised the axe with one hand and flexed with the other arm, though her motion was fairly imperceptible under her thick jacket. "No problem! We'll just chop something down if we can't find anything." She smirked, though she felt the same dread at the thought of finding no wood. Realistically, it would soon grow too dark to gather anything, and she wasn't fond of the idea of chopping at the physical manifestation of an impossible task that would be hefty and likely too fresh to burn.