Brogach had noticed the little tree spirit as well, his ears animated for a moment, twitching to and fro as he saw it. It felt as natural to Brogach as meeting another Elk would have been. After a moment however, he began to gnaw the grass below him once more, paying no heed to Rayadell unless she spoke to him and strode forward. 

The barest hint of a rustle was all that announced Calanon's return. The young Elf walked in with one last stone, for he had not wanted to collect much more in case he disturbed the Stone Giant. Placing it on the ground, he began to move the stones about in a rough circle. The Elf was stronger than he appeared, it seemed. The stone were not huge or unmoveable, but they were fair sized and he placed them without noticeable strain. 

Once the firepit was complete, Calanon got to making the fire with two rough stones. The Elf had placed leaves on there as well to get it going. He worked at it methodically, until it caused a spark and ignited one of the dry leaves. The fire quickly spread, overtaking the logs and suddenly filling the small glade with warmth and light. 
 
Calanon gave Rayadell a smile at the success, and then he gave Brogach some water from his waterskin. Even in the light, there darkness from the shadows in the forest were somewhat penetrated by the moon's luminescent glow.