When he turns to start searching for long boughs to cover the shelter with, he is surprised when the pup offers to help. Both ears perk as he glances over his shoulder with a raised brow. "Thought you didn't want to get wet?" His tone is halfway between teasing and bullying, a sharper edge to friendly tones. Hopefully, the smirk he adds afterward helps to show that he was merely poking fun at the small fry. "Won't say no to help though," Wilder says as he follows along behind the pup. With his stride being so much longer than theirs, he has to keep himself in check so that he doesn't outpace them.
The question has him realizing that neither of them had introduced themselves. He supposed a conversation might be better than soggy silence as they traipsed through the rain and muck. "Wilder, and yours?" He asks in return as they continue. It's not far though that he spies a newly fallen tree with plenty of boughs broken off near it. "Ah, there we go!" Trotting over, Wilder inspects the specimens first to make sure there are no squirrels or other critters taking refuge in them. "Find one you can carry," he instructs the pup as he grabs a few larger ones in between his own jaw to start carrying back.
