His vermillion eyes turn down to his paws as the pup speaks. The ground was icky? What could they possibly mean by that? Was there such a place that did not have an icky ground? Wilder draws his brows in as he looks back at the pup. "Icky?" He questions before he takes a step back so that he is now further in the rain and less under the cover. The droplets plunk onto his fur, dampening him even further. Being cold he could understand for such a tiny pup, but icky... that part he did not understand.
"This is the world and how it is. Do you know something other than this?" Wilder isn't accusing the pup, but his tone is not gentle either. He stares at them for a few more seconds before looking around again. "See, if the ground was not muddy, one could not see the trail of pigs by the trees," he lifts a paw to point at the worn game trail by some nearby trees. "If we had no rain, the river would not fill for the fish," the boy places his paw down and lifts the other to point at the rushing water that roars by them. "Even the sun, though it is bright, is good for us. The rain, the clouds, the snow, even the wind, and the storms," there is something now as he talks that sounds as if he is speaking from the heart.
Finally, he turns back to the pup with a tilt of his head. "Is this not good enough for you?" Maybe there was a bit of accusation now.
