Understanding exactly what he intended, Asta took the offered material and, after twisting it to greatly increase its strength, tied the pig's other set of hooves firmly together, laced in an X so that they would bear on the improvised rope and work to tighten it more when weight was applied.  Helping him insert the carry pole, Asta and Alejandro were soon ready to go.  She did wonder why he didn't cut two poles and then lash the animal to it, making a travois they could drag but it wasn't too far back to where they were camped.  It was that way, her mind pointed out the direction, and they could either blaze a new trail or backtrack.  Backtracking meant they would go back through the creepy abandoned area and Asta didn't want that or to have him reminded of the attack.<br/><br/>"Se on näin."  Asta pointed confidently into the jungle, a direction they hadn't come from and where the vegetation was undisturbed.  "Se on näin.  Menkäämme."  Not wanting Alejandro to have to deal with the front portion, the lolling head, she moved in front of him and took that end of the pole.  Squatting, bottom resting on her heels, she took hold of it.  "Yksi. Kaksi. Kolme," the words spoken a second apart.  On Kolme she mimed standing up and grunted, then looked back to make sure he understood.  Smiling, she winked at him then crouched down again and waited for Alejandro to be ready.<br/><br/>"Yksi. Kaksi. Kolme."  On Kolme she blew out her breath and tightened the muscles in her stomach, keeping her back straight, then grunted for real as she lifted the pole onto her shoulder and stood in the same motion, short but strong legs lifting her and the animal that weighed more than the girl herself off the ground.  Asta spread her legs, making a triangle of them and her shoulder for balance, and waited until Alejandro was ready.  Slowly, carefully, she began to push into the jungle, the pig carcass swaying on the pole and tugging at them.<br/><br/>"Olen niin ylpeä sinusta, Alejandro. Olet hyvä metsästäjä! Tämä sika ruokkii meitä viikon ajan. Sinä olet pyhän ihmisen rohkein mies."  Alejandro couldn't possibly understand the words but the praise in her voice when she spoke, and the emphasis on his name made it clear she thought something very great about the shipwrecked chef.  On a relatively flat spot she turned her head enough to look at him, tossing her head to flip pale blonde hair away from her face, and favored him with a worshipful smile.<br/><br/>Somehow Asta navigated them back to the beach, emerging less than a dozen meters from the campsite.  When they lowered the pig she clapped her hands and then stretched, rolling her neck to get the tension of carrying the load out before turning and hugging herself to a bare-chested, sweaty Alejandro.  Asta kissed him on the cheek and kept hugging him.  "Metsästäjä!"