Quatre stood up as Trowa went to get the knife, brushing off his pants to get as much of the same off as possible. He reached out his hand for the knife, taking it carefully and looking at it briefly. "I can do that."

With that he headed off into the tree line, staying close enough that he wasn't likely to get lost and Trowa would still be able to find him easily if he needed him for any reason. He gathered and chopped a decent amount of wood, of course looking for ones that would be better for cooking the fish on.

Finally, he returned, wood tucked under one arm as he carried the knife in the other hand, making sure to carry it carefully. "I think I got a good amount of wood and there's a few that will be good for the fish."