Meridith glared at her campfire from a distance. She had had no clue when she picked firewood, that she had of course picked the smokiest wood she could possibly pick. It made since to her that she should probably choose a different campsite, but figured at the very least the smoke would keep away more vicious animal. She sharpened her hunting knife, looking in the direction of the mysterious explosion, or at least a near approximation of it. Outside of her own woods, she lacked a lot of her ability to navigate. For all she knew, she was going in the wrong direction. But she had to fix this. She didn't know if she could, but if anything she would have to try. She catches something running in the under brush and smiles. Dinner, if she decided she could brave the smoke to get to the fire. She grabbed one of her smaller knives, better weighted for throwing and tossed it casually ahead of the rabbit. She went into the woods to find her prize and began skinning it away from her campsite. When she's finished, she selects a stick for a spit and walks back the short distance to her campfire.