Live, little spotlight

Her response caused him to nod in faux sincerity, as if he truly would go and ask Ragnar about this bear infestation. But, if the Jarl knew, then there was a chance he would go and kill one himself. All the glory would go to him! With a bout of defiance, the boy's resolve hardened, and he was even more determined to find one of these creatures — without the help of the others.

Realising he had lagged slightly behind his temporary travelling companion, the boy took a few quick strides to catch up to her again, standing by her side as he tilted his head up at the forest. The air was thick with the scent of wood and pine. Where Osprey wisely tested for rival wolf packs or predators, Atreyu tried to seek out any prey smells, being as forever hungry as he was. Of course, there were plenty; so many it was hard to pick out a single scent. Frowning, he turned to the grey female as she spoke before pressing onwards. "Cool," he said after a brief pause, grinning.

As they wandered into the shadows of the trees, her curious question caught the boy off guard. The heck was an astronaut? He had heard of the first two, something many pups aspired to be, but the third he had no idea about. "An astronaut," he replied with a nod. It sounded cool, at least. Atreyu just hoped it actually was cool.