As soon as she got close to her camp, Meridith realized the smoke smell wasn't as heavy. Not nearly as heavy as it was earlier anyways. Someone had found her fire. She moved a little lighter on her feet, keeping figuratively on her toes as she walked, tying the skinned rabbit to her belt. She looked up, searching for a tree that she could jump into. She found one and jumped for the lower branch, pulling herself up deftly. She was light enough the sturdy branch didn't shake nearly enough to make note of... at least to her. She jumped nimbly from tree to tree, occasionally going up as well. One thing she learned from bandits was they didn't look up. She crept closer, and found nothing in her camp. Someone had obviously been here as the fire was fixed. Perhaps they had found the fire as annoying as she had. She jumped down and untied the rabbit. She'd dropped the spit in the forest. She grabbed another one, not searching nearly as hard this time, whittling the edges to something she could use to spear the poor rabbit. The last few days she'd been traveling with a small caravan and it was the first night she'd been traveling on her own. She really had no idea how to build a proper fire, which was sad considering she could work a furnace like nobodies business.<br/><br/>As soon as the rabbit was cooking, a pair of stands her father gave her holding the rabbit up over the fire, she called out. "If you're still there, whoever fixed my fire. Thank you! You're welcome to come eat with me."