Cougar's heading for the river as quickly as he can, even if his boots slip in the mud a few times. His pants are spattered with it, but that can be washed out later. Right now, all that he needs to focus on is the animal in question. He whistles as he walks, keeping his peripheral vision attentive and open as he starts to work his way down the river, trying to find a place that a pig would want to go.

Warm and dry, he thinks. There's a small outcropping of trees and rocks close by and when Cougar squints, he thinks he sees an outline of a shape. Getting closer, he's relieved to find it a pig-one, reaching out to bundle it in his arms. "You've had your Mama very worried," he tells the pig, wrapping it under his shirt as he begins his light jog back, knowing Moana will be very worried if he doesn't hurry.