Still rather embarrassed by getting whooped on by some measly shrimp, Wilder is startled when the small girl appears out of thin air. His eyes widen, ears moving forward, and his tail tucks slightly between his tail as he turns to look at her. Something about the expression on her face tells him that she had seen what had happened and his mood sours a bit. If he had known he had an audience, he wouldn't have continued picking on the shrimp.
"I noticed," he answers gruffly at first because who wouldn't be slightly disgruntled when someone half your size sees you get beat up by something the size of a, well a shrimp. Expecting to get kicked off the lands because from what he could smell, she smelled definitely like these pack lands, he was surprised when she offered him some real fish. His expression changes once more as he lets his head tilt gently to the side and his stomach growls loudly giving away how hungry he is. "You sure? I'm not a beggar though. Not too fond of handouts either," Wilder's words are blunt but hesitant. He doesn't want the girl to think he's a scrounger or some desperate youngster who can't fend for himself.
