Somehow, chopping through wood was harder than fighting that cat-snake. Or maybe it's just because Gren is still recovering from that fight and he wasn't at his full strength anyways. Either way Gren managed to get a nice sized stick for him and Vola. They could easily shave it down a bit into a spear, or maybe a new axe. Though Gren couldn't really be bothered to work on it anymore right now, his arms hurt from both his injuries and the strain of chopping that tree. He looked over to Vola to see how she was doing and it looks like she had managed to butcher up that beast pretty good! Now if only they knew how to start a fire. Gren knew how to get a spark from copper wires, but they were lacking wires right about now, and Gren only vaguely remembers what a copper wire even was. Either way he was willing to try things raw but he wasn't sure if that was the smartest thing to do, considering his current state.
Looking up into the sky Gren tried to get a gauge of how long they've been out. He would guess at least an hour, they did spend a bit of time in the village, but the sun was still up so he guessed it's still daytime. While trying to figure out how long they had until nightfall he noticed some smoke in the distance. He's pretty sure that's not the village and if it was, there ought to have been even more smoke, so maybe it's one of the other runts? He wasn't sure how willing they were to work with him and Vola, but surely even they would understand strength in numbers. Plus if they bring the tatzelwurm with them, that'll prove their strength. And if any had some funny ideas of taking their kill, Gren will have to show em that his axe ain't for show.
So figuring out something of a plan Gren looks to Vola. "Aye Vola, see that smoke? Bet it's one of da other runts! Maybe we can use dere fire ta cook da meat, and if they still around maybe they'll be willing ta help us." Of course the smoke could also have come from another orc, or maybe even an enemy. It was hard to say, but Gren felt it was still worth investigating. If nothing else, maybe they could light one of their sticks on fire and have a torch. Thinking in advance Gren does go ahead and take one of his own sticks and stab some leaves with it, so that if they had to make a run for it he can at least make sure his stick catches flame quickly and they can start their own fire elsewhere. "Let's go! Time's a wastin!" Picking up the axe, his sticks, and his make-shift torch, Gren heads in the direction of the smoke.