Wilder can see that the pup is getting defensive, but his brain doesn't quite compute. He doesn't understand why they're getting so upset about being wet. Why did they have to be dry? None of it made sense to him. His brow furrows as the pup retaliates. Both of his ears fall backward as he the pup puffs up some more and starts talking about daggers. Daggers? They could make those? Wilder is switching from frustration to curiosity.
"You made that?" His eyes widen as he lowers his head to sniff at the dagger they hold. Pausing a moment as his brain calculates and contemplates, he finally lets out a huff of hot air before taking a step back. "Fine. If I build you a shelter to be dry in, will you teach me how to make something?" Wilder tilts his head slightly, wondering if the pup will take his offer. Truthfully, Wilder has never known anything other than his own paws and teeth. There is no fancy house to live in, just him and the nature around him. He makes do, that's how he's always lived.
