He had felt so sluggish and confined lately. It was likely one of the main reasons he had dragged Astrid out of their warm sleeping spot. The Whitebark so desperately wanted to get out and stretch his legs. He wanted to feel like they used to. Completely free and wild! Skunks and all. Maybe he could do without the skunks but the point was still there. Mathuin was getting some wandering paws.
"Come on, Astrid." His tail wagged behind him with ease as his voice was light and teasing. The large yearling was never surprised if she lagged behind some to stare at some plants or some weird woodland creature. "I wanna show you this place." Mathuin hummed softly as he used his large form to plow through some of the thicker foliage. He didn't actually bother to ask if his honey-coated friend had been here before or not. He had to figure if she realized they were going somewhere familiar than she might blurt it out. The yearling wasn't sure he would mind but it would certainly ruin some of the surprise.
He hoped that this would be the last stretch of fog and dense woods. It seemed it would only be less of the latter, though. Fog still hung near the shore and surface of the Loch. "Oh." A frown tugged on his features. He certainly thought the sun would have been more helpful. Perhaps he should have brought her out here later in the day.