uh, scuse me sir, do you have a moment for our lord and savior?

The intent had not been to seek out the stranger he had come across on the beach that day. No, he would have rather stuck around to ask that Haydee lady or even scary man Artorias, but the shadowy red man had something he needed. Yes, as he traveled south toward the far corner of Auster, he had seen the tall growing bamboo from a mile away. Or at least it felt like a mile.

When he grew closer, he could smell the tinge of blood. Now, Wilder was not... someone who concerned himself with other's troubles, but he wasn't a complete asshole either. Instead, he hesitated along the border of the dragon's blood trees as he hemmed and hawed over whether he should approach. With the amount of blood he could smell and the variety of scents, he worried that something bad had happened. Was it related to those mystery wolves the man had mentioned? His brow draws tighter as he gathers up his courage.

Approaching the bamboo, he takes one step over the border before lifting his muzzle to let out a call. There is a slight tremble in his body as he prepares himself for the worst. A massacre? A seige? A coup? He wouldn't know and really shouldn't care. He was here for something he needed. Right? While he waited, Wilder took the time to admire the bamboo from afar. Its talk stalks were bright green and very full of leaves. A beauty to behold.