Odin had been in a rather foul mood since the stag incident, only growing grumpier for the way it felt as though the trees were pressing in on him as they traveled. It was a slow adjustment but one he would endure, winter was upon them and while he loved his mother he had no intention of placing himself under her care again now that he was free of her. He needed time to grow, to prove himself away from her sharp gaze so that the next time she saw him she could marvel at how he had grown and not remember all the failure it had taken him to get there. He also had no intention of crawling to the field or the river so he continued to push past them, and further south, trying to limit himself to quiet brooding for Kip's sake more than his own.
Finally, the choking trees had thinned giving way to the wide expanse of hush meadow and he knew he had overshot his mark. Heading east towards the mountain he found more familiar scents criss-crossing through the swaying willows and he began to slow his steps, thinking first to call for his aunt @Ravenna, and any others who still lived among the willows. He supposed he still owed them a debt for looking after his eye so well.