Never given up

The willow grove had once been a place he had frequented. Secluded and quiet, he had enjoyed wandering the wetlands full of fireflies and frogs. Those fond memories are what drew him there that day. Winter's chill settled around him, frosting the ground and weeping boughs that nearly trailed along the crunching grass beneath his paws. Content to have some alone time, Gil wasn't planning on going out of his way to talk to anyone. Not until a bursting laugh caught him off guard and sent his fur bristling. With a furrowed brow, he followed the sound of laughter and more crunching until he saw someone eating leaves from a willow. When he doesn't see anyone else around, he becomes confused. Damn, his curiosity.

"Tasty?" Gil asks as he appears from the shadows.