When Fenna returned to the camp she hadn't done as much exploring as she had wanted to do, but the time had been spent better. Mackenzie seemed back to her former self again. The others seemed to have kept busy as well and the camp looked like a decent camp already, one was even building a whole shelter. She glanced at the sky. It didn't seem like it would start to rain and the evening didn't seem too cold yet. She weighed the pros and cons of building a shelter and decided for herself it wasn't worth the effort, but who knew, maybe it'd start pouring halfway through the night and she'd regret the decision. 

She listened to Zell's strategy and examined the figures he drew in the dirt. "That is a good strategy," she said to him. "When it's time for battle we should try to get into this formation. During travel, someone who can navigate the land should go first. I'm fairly good at recognising animal tracks and the likes, so there may be times I will go ahead of the group."

When the fish was done, Fenna grabbed a portion. It would take some time to get used to eating like this. Back home she'd have potatoes and vegetables with a bit of meat. Well, as long as they wouldn't have to eat bugs like Bear Gryllis, things would be fine. The rations contained some kind of crackers and she ate one with the fish.

"We should probably take turns keeping watch during the night," she commented while eating. "Maybe in pairs? It's a strange land after all, and who knows, maybe some others will be interested in that cube we have."