Theo squats down next to a large boulder and leans heavily against the cold surface. His breath is ragged and in cold air forms little clouds that surround his head. "Rest jus' a little," he mutters to himself as he scans the area. His brow furrows as he looks first one way then the other. "Frig," he says with some anguish, "I can barely figur' where I was..." Theo stiffens at the word "eat". A small 'meep' is uttered and his pace quickens. The sound of unfolding wing causes another small gurgle. He doesn't look back. He just starts running.