“Furthermore…” Catskill threw a log into the fireplace. “Even if the wood was rotting, the fire would kill anything bad inside the wood. Burn it up.” And another. “It’s not like rotting wood releases poison gas.” She looked up. “Anypony got some firestarters and something like a flint and tinder?” She had some in her own bags, but she didn’t feel like digging around in them.