Not bad, until the wolf shows up...

You sweep the forest and gather a good couple armloads of firewood, seems the forest has not been subjected to a ground fire in a while and there is plenty of fallen branches! That's good news in the short term but bad news in the long term, because those are the conditions which create a crown fire, you will need to gather up and clear out this mast as far as your scouting parties can reach.

You are about to turn back to the clearing when you hear a low growl and drop the armload sticks you carry spinning to face whatever danger is threatening you. By the time the branches hit the ground the wolf has bitten you on your unprotected legs, and your vision goes red for a second. Fortunately you didn't come alone, and while the wolf yank's your leg out from under you knocking you on your ass so it could get to your throat Crystal's pick-axe takes it through the neck and shoulder, killing it instantly.

Crystal tears the hem of her dress off to make a tourniquet and the six of you head back to the barn as quickly as you can, though you make sure the others gather up the fallen branches again so the trip was not wasted.