Dunno. I’m sure his ma’s probably worried about him being gone. Don’t think I could bring myself to. [His hand shifts, slipping further around and smoothing across the small boar’s back. It seems content enough to stay as it is for now, soaking in the attention and affection.]

You did plenty though. If I’d gone to get the berries, he would’ve run, no doubt. Probably gotten even more lost. This way, we can bring him back, see?

[And it definitely is a “we”.]