"He'll be fine." Wil assured Merri off-hand, not looking up as he started stacking stones around the fire. Drake would have been dead a long time ago if gathering food at night was going to kill him. Altair, on the other hand, seemed too self assured. If he was going to set something on fire it should be sticks around a small log to make sure the center remained hot and they could keep the fire going all night. Now whatever he set on top might quell the flames underneath it.
Well, they had light and heat, anyway. All else failed he'd just make the fucker cast his little spell more times. Wil resisted the urge to start eating immediately and instead started scouting around their campsite, plucking pieces of dead wood from the ground. He started small, with more kindling and some branches, and added them to the existing blaze to get the heat more intense. He split a log by balancing it against two trees and then kicking it through the center. He stuck two hefty stick pieces underneath the burning kindling as a cross then pushed the end of the log through an opening to let it heat up. Once that end set on fire and started to spread he'd thrust it further in.
"Gonna need to get more wood." He said, dusting off his hands and hefting Stormwind to his back again. "Don't eat nuthin' without me!"
And into the woods he went, in the same-ish direction as Drake. In case something did happen, better they were closer to one another.