Northstar Vale i've stared into that darkness, leaned in to it

Mato is joined by another, a younger boy whose approach is much less diplomatic that the druid’s own, demanding in a snappish tone. For a brief moment, emerald gaze lifts from the stranger to Redshank before it goes back to the source of their unity as contrasting as Mato and Redshank are. The moonbeam imperial’s gaze is sharp and narrowed when the lómin shudders and stutters out a reply that begins with apology and ends with a response to Redshank’s demand. Yet, it does not satisfy the empyrean. If one is lost then why not simply raise voice in call for someone to assist? It isn’t as if being lost is all that big of a deal; but Mato easily forgets that not everyone can navigate by the position of the sun, or alternatively by the night sky. “To be lost is not a crime,” Mato speaks simply, still unable to wrap his mind around why the stranger did not simply send up a call. He is stuck upon this crux and unfortunately it continues to fuel his distrust though he has no reason not to believe. “to not call and seek directions as you should have only raises suspicions of crimes even if none were committed.” Fool. Fool boy, Mato thinks unkindly.

“Where are you heading, Hína? Speak and see yourself on your way.” Mato does not like the idea of him lingering here and appears to lack apathy of Vaati’s situation as a cat lacks apathy for it’s furless, (believed to be) helpless human (because Mato is basically a sassy house cat in wolven form).