Sun Mote Copse but you're holding me like water in your hands

the moment was gone.
colt cleared his throat and sat back on his haunches. "east of here is th'risin' sun valley. good pickin' fer deer or small game. lakes fer fishin'. catamounts that way, so keep a weather eye. keep headin' east an' yer gonna come to th'sunspire. little pack, tucked into a vale. kind folk. will tend yew if yer injured. keep east, eventually yew reach the taiga and the glaciers. can't go east forever. head due north from here, yer gonna hit the sea. can follow it as far as y'like."
why was he telling her this?
and why did he care, now, where she went? some wanderlust part of him? cuz it weren't romantic in nature, colt felt. 
loneliness was not something briggs often let himself contemplate. "th'teekons are huge. life can be here what yew make of it."