She's not my mother. [For some reason, that really bothered Astrid. Even she wasn't sure why.]

[When the Axew gets the stick he spins in a circle with it, holding it in his hands before bounding over to Astrid. She leans down to take it (after a tiny bit of tug of war) and tosses it into the air once before she throws it across a decent bit away for the Axew to go running after.]

If they're dangerous, they shouldn't have taken my axe away. [She mutters.]But we're supposed to...train...these guys. I think they're supposed to fight off the squirrels and stuff for us.