Rustle, rustle. Huh, must just be a mouse. Wilder doesn't move. His eyes still linger around the scenery. How the leaves are slowly turning brown around the edges and everything seems a bit more droopy. Even though the rain has provided plenty for the surrounding areas, autumn will still bring the end of life cycles. He knows that, the animals know that, and everyone knows it. When he looks around, he can see how the squirrels hurry to stash away food. How the rabbits dig out their burrows. Even predators like bears lumber around, getting fat for when winter comes.
Content to be lazy and daydream about having a snack, Wilder is suddenly surprised when someone's scent catches his attention. Lifting his blocky head, he blinks slowly against the bright sunlight that streams down. Had the rustling not been a mouse? Perhaps a deer? But what he scented was a wolf. A girl wolf. More interested now, he finally spots her decently close to him. The basket held between her teeth has him more interested than staring at the bushes and blades of grass. Still, he stays lying and merely gives her an impish smile.
"Pretty thing, what're you doing?" He asks in that 'not quite a man, but I'm trying' vocal tones.
