Audrunar held the bushel of half-wet branches and twigs close to him. The ground had dampened most of the branches, lest they had fallen very recently. Some of the branches he held were pretty dry though, as he had taken his axe and had taken the branches from the trees himself. He figured that if the fire got started they would be able to toss on the more wet branches, the fire would dry them and they'd ignite after that. He wasn't sure if his logic was truth but there was one way to find out. Either someone in the group would tell him he did wrong, or his theory would work. Trudging back to the mud he noticed that it was getting ever more muddy due to the rain which was now picking up it's pace and strength, already wettening Audrunars hair to a noticeable point. Sinking his boots into the mud again and again, he stumbled against Jonriks chosen place to start a small camp. Without speaking out to Jonrik first, to make his location known, he yelled at him from a distance. “I think this is a fine spot, Jonrik. Not the spot I had in mind, but I guess this spot will keep us from travellers stinging eyes.” He walked closer, noting Jonriks work on the shelter, which was working out quite well. He whistled approvingly and then turned around the location. There were some trees in front of the fallen log, which was steadily turning into a true shelter, but mostly they still had a small ''clearing'' in front of the shelter. Audrunar approved, as this would give them space to have some working places set up if they chose to stay longer. 

Though it appeared like he was thinking of the area around the shelter, he really had no clue what was next, so he turned to Jonrik. “I am guessing you'll want some spruce twigs after this, to cover the sides? Should I get them for you?” Due to the uncentralized situation the group was in, he hadn't much knowledge of what had happened during his time spent gathering some branches, so he didn't realize that the others hadn't moved here yet either. Before he got an answer, he moved to one of the nearby spruces, a small, short one. He took his axe and chopped a bunch of branches from it. He didn't realize they'd probably need a mix of leaf and needle type twigs for the best coverage against wind and rain. But really, any help was help at all. When he finished, he dropped the twigs near Jonrik and was about to say something to him, when he suddenly turned his head in response to a sound that was familiar - but was also a sound you are never really excited to hear.

[b]The bear roared loudly, his eyes peeled on the freshly killed deer. It was obviously a young bear, but quite humongous for it's age. Slowly it stepped closer, turning it's head towards Erika, then to Alva and Faen. The bear had stepped from the bushes close to the path they had used to get here, possibly alarmed by the scent of a fresh deer. And now that he saw the deer was already dead, he figured it an easy meal. Suddenly he sped up and ran towards the deer, swiping his paws at Erika as he ran closer. It was obvious that the bear was out of their reach for now - the small amount of arrows Erika had, and the few javelins that were nearby were not merely enough to even hurt the bear. At best they would merely anger him more. Rather than just taking the deer and making off with it, though, he turned around all of a sudden and took a turn towards Alva and Faen, seeing the fish Faen held as a quite prized reward as well. If they did not make it out of there in time, he'd raise on his back paws, swiping both front paws in both of them their direction.[/b]

“Grab your ax, Jonrik, I feel you might need it.” Audrunar tried to speak calmly as he could, but it was obvious he feared for his friends' life. Before he would get an answer he'd start walking, and then running towards the camp, expecting Jonrik to do the same. “I think Odin really has some problems with us..” he said under his breath, unsure if Jonrik'd hear.