He really hated this whole ordeal and was kind of over it. Maybe he should have just sucked it up and stopped his search. But something told him he'd hate himself much more if he gave up. Most of his energy was put into finding the honey-hued girl he called a friend. What energy he did have left after searching went into small meals. Pitiful boy he had become.
Mathuin wanted to curse this mountain, wanted to see it crumble but he knew that was rather impossible. He might have been big but he was only a yearling wolf. He was no mountain or God. The most he could do was kick some loose stones and whisper a gentle "Damn" underneath his breath. He wondered if Astrid had crossed it again or even worse - got sucked into the rapids again. Every time he thought about those dumb rapids his stomach seemed to twist. He thought about Astrid and how much she resembled a drowned rat as the water tugged at her. It was enough to make him want to vomit sometimes. When had he become so sensitive? Dad and Mom certainly wouldn't have been proud of that. A soft sigh escaping his lips as he thought about them. They probably didn't miss him very much or at least still worry about what he did.
The large Whitebark kicked a loose stone as he watched it roll down the hill. It was less rocky here but the fact was, rocks were still present. Maybe he was just bitter at everything right now. Or maybe he really did hate anything that resembled the large mountain. His green eyes watched as his rock landed into a source of water much softer than the rapids some way from here. His large paws carried his beefy form towards the small shore. He could probably use a drink. His masked head lowering slowly to lap at the cool water. It was nice he supposed. Helped him feel the smallest bit better.
Removing his attention away from the creek he saw a cave in the sunset's light. Without a warning, his heart sunk deep into his stomach. This was like the place Astrid had been dreaming of. Minus the cattails. He wasn't so sure what those were are but this was the closest he had seen so far. An obvious frown tugged at his face as he stared blankly at the cave in the glow of the evening. Pitiful, pitiful baby boy.