Murdoc watches with feigned disinterest. He's by no means a nature boy like Peter, but he's still quietly excited to be so close to the notoriously shy beasts. Not that he cares, no. He'd rather they proceeded into the instead of stuffing about petting mutated horses.

He attempts to fold his arms to express his impatience, it's difficult at first, he feels like something should be preventing his arms from pressing so close to his chest. He shrugs it off, but it only serves to sour his temper even more.