Moana flashed Jax a disapproving look before rolling her eyes and gesturing him to follow. She didn't like it when he swore but she had know him long enough to realize that he wasn't about to stop. At the very least, he seemed to swear less which Moana counted as a win.

"Let's go. It's a good time to find wood. A lot of plants seem to die around now and we can probably find a small tree to use as a spear." She'd have to swing by the inn to grab her mini hatchet but it wasn't out of the way.

Thanks to Moana's boat building adventure with Owen, she had learned a lot about finding useful sticks in this climax. The cold killed a lot of the smaller trees and plants leaving behind wood that was sturdy and hard to break. She wanted to find Jax something that he'd have trouble snapping in half.