Octavia was overly eager to play fetch with Nick.  Not only did she steal a stick from Augusta, but she also knocked all the others out of the pit she dug.  The elven beauty sighed and hung her head a small bit.  "Yes, yes. Have fun while I prepare camp so you don't freeze at night."  She mentioned, only slightly irritated at it.  Octavia was still technically a puppy she supposed, so there was much energy to be had.  "Nick, please just keep her entertained for a bit."

The woman continued with her preparing.  She set the sticks in a way that would easily allow the fire to breath and brought a small flick of fire to her finger, tossing it into the pit and catching one of the sticks.  Luckily, they seemed to be mostly dry.  She went about to gather up some logs using her previously considered "blasting a small tree apart" strategy.  Luckily, a good target was nearby so it didn't take too long to gather up a couple of logs quickly.  She set them near enough the pit it was easy to add, but not near enough to let them accidently catch fire.  The last thing she did....  She found some fairly straight sticks and a sharp rock.  They needed to cook the food if Isidore and Donovan found meat.  A stick should serve just fine for now.  It's not like that had a pot or anything.  She just needed to sharpen some sticks so they could cook over the fire.

Now, she just needed those two to come back with the food...  "Where the hell are they?"  Did they fall to some forest beasts? No.  Neither of those two seemed like they'd fail to fight a couple of beasts from the forest.  She sat on the nearby rock, tending the fire.