He tries not to make a disappointed sound, but it comes out more of a huff. "It's okay. We'll... uh." Gods, which direction was he heading? His mother would be disappointed in him, getting lost in the woods.

He can't stay still and hope someone will rescue them. What's the best solution? Hm...

"We could mark the trees we pass. That way we know if we're going in circles or not. I know moss grows most on the north side of trees as well, so it's... at least a signifier of a direction." That might leave a trail, but at this point he's more concerned with finding his way out than anything tracking them.

He glances around again and down at the deer. "I'm not sure what to do with this, but... maybe we should leave it alone?" He doesn't need the bones for anything. "We should get going, either way."