Great Bear Wilderness i'm feeling devious

Tuvaq watched the dark-furred boy pace and mutter to himself over and over again, completely unmindful of his presence. What should I do? What should I do? So much anxiety, and for what? Tuvaq couldn't comprehend. 

A small smile formed on his maw and he waited for the other boy to notice him before he spoke. "Well... what is it that you want to do?" Because that was what was important, wasn't it? Doing what you wanted. Something that caused so much anxiety could not possibly be worth doing anything.