"Fantastic!" He said as he put Ruby down.
"Everyone can take a breather, but before we move in to our humble abode we need to confuse the dogs. Wade into the stream, everyone get out all over the other side of the stream, walk into the forest a bit, away from our camp of course, then back in. Rinse, repeat." He giggled at the pun. He hoped none of them called him out on some error, since all his "tracking" skill was coming from movies and T.V. shows. Then again, if any of them knew any better that couldn't be a bad thing.
"Now that that's done, let's use the end of this daylight to grab as much firewood as we can. I know you're all tired, so we don't have to run around, but as quick as possible...." He trailed off, wondering if it would even be safe to make a fire in the middle of a forest with a bunch of dogs chasing them. Probably not, but he didn't want to bash any hopes they might have left after that run. He grabbed as much firewood as he could in his giant, muscular arms and when he returned to the camp noticed he had brought back as much, if not more, than the three girls combined. He giggled again.