He hadn't left Astrid's side much the last few hours. Mathuin was nervous he would get lost again. The thought of taking another wrong turn scared him. As long as he was near the honey girl there was no chance of any turn being a wrong turn, though. They climbed over logs, ran around trees, and washed in cold water together. He never understood how she was so happy but then again he never complained about it. The yearling fed off of her energy. Speaking of food...
"ASTRID!" He barked out to the honey-hued girl. "You wanna find something to eat?" His voice was more easy as his tail swayed behind him. Surely she had to be just as hungry as he was. He wanted something to eat and while he understood they might not be able to take down much they could at least get something. Hare, marmot, lemming. He would settle for anything despite how nice a hunk of deer sounded. Or moose. When Astrid brought up the idea of a moose hunt the other day he had developed a bit of a craving. Granted he was smart enough to know there was no way just him and his friend could take down a whole moose. That was wild talk.