She was indeed the hunter. This was her call to make. Though, her expertise remained in the realm of "four legged mammals". Toads weren't exactly similar to a deer. She definitely couldn't gather every bit of skin off the toad. Rather, it would be better if she just gathered a few sheets of the skin. Light enough to carry, enough to use for something and not be a worthless amount to sell, but not valuable enough to risk their lives for. But before she could deal with the skin, she had to get the meat. After all, it would be better to get the meat.

Food was food. Even if there was no stream to properly gut and clean a toad, she could still avoid dealing with all of the (probably toxic) organs by gathering the leg meat. Enough for a meal, at least. She really needed a work knife, but her machete would have to do. The goblin guck had been cleaned off and it had since not seen any use, save for chopping the occasional innocuous branch. With a bizarre level of accuracy that could only be described as terribly imprecise, she chopped hunks of leg meat off the toad. Actually was it a toad or a frog? What was the differences between the two? Froad, it would be referred to henceforth. Sounded stupid, but whatever. With newly claimed hunks of meat, she began work on a fire. She tore brush from the ground, making a pit of tinder and making sure she wouldn't accidentally start a fire in the plains. Besides not having a water source, the location itself was pretty good. There was little chance of a sneak attack, and if they got in trouble, they could just run and let whatever predator eat what was left of the froad.

Using any sort of bush, grass, or stick she could find, she made the fire and began to try to cook the meat chunks on her machete. It was... something. If Ash had a backpack, this would be so much easier. She could just carry necessary supplies with her. But that was thoughts for another time. First, a meal that would have to be slowly tested. Then, she would gather the skin.