"We're not going to track anything right now." There wasn't much to track. There were animals, of course, in the woods, but Carl bored of that when he could go in a restaurant and order a steak if he wanted to.
"I just don't want to sit, you know?" He pushed a hand through his hair again. He didn't bother to try and settle the wildness this time. His hair was a mess and he knew it, and he didn't have the patience to deal with it. "I'd rather be on my feet, moving around. Walking."