He lays there, limbs strewn across the grass, staring at the pixie-like girl. When she smiles at him, his heart almost stops for a moment. Man, how dreamy was that smile. But then his eyes narrow slightly. Why was she smiling at him like that? Did she think him handsome? Him of all wolves? Stuck in his own head about the question, he barely registers her gentle and soft voice. Still reeling and tumbling over her appearance and how she looked at him, he has to give his head a shake to remove himself from his daydream.
She'd asked him a question. What was he doing? Oh, right. Well, he looks around and then gives her a shrug. "Not much, just lounging," he manages to respond though his tongue feels sticky in his mouth. Must be the weather. Yeah, definitely the weather. Not that it was any sort of hot anymore. With the humid summer coming to an end and the pollen in the trees dying off, there was no reason for his mouth to feel so... dry. Even as he lets his gaze flicker away from the girl to glance at the crumbling stone and the variety of wildflowers, another question comes to mind.
"Did you happen to fall from Heaven or do you hail from somewhere else?" Wilder's flirtatious smirk is back as he lets his ruby gaze linger on her feminine and delicate features.
