The invitation to the ball had come as a surprise. Not that he thought no one would invite him, but who invited him was the surprise. Had he secretly been hoping the mysterious silent girl would extend the invite? Yes. Was he disappointed it was Clove? Not necessarily. The young pup was bright, lively, and fun to be around so Wilder was sure it would be a good time.
Approaching the large oak she had directed him to meet her at, he waited for her. Having taken a quick dip in a nearby river, his coat was at least free of any clumps of mud and foul odors that he often carried. As presentable as he would ever appear. Smiling as he saw Clove come close, he dipped his head to her and let out a laugh. "I always hold to my promises," he offered in return. His tail wags a few times as they chatted for a moment before following after her lead toward the castle.
Walking through the ground felt surreal. He had never known a home nor a real place to live. Wolves really lived like this? Wild. Ha! Astounded by the lavish lifestyle that Clove apparently lived, Wilder had a true look of wonder on his face. The great hall alone was larger than anything he had ever seen before. Brightly lit with chandeliers full of candles, decorations hanging from the walls, food lining every table, wolves gathering as if this was normal. Was this normal? An almost envious feeling prickles in him, but he shoves it away. It was okay, not like he deserved this anyway.
Stepping closer to the dancefloor, he looks around. So many wolves. It was almost suffocating. Until his red gaze fell on the girl he had truly hoped to see. Standing over by the snack table looking quite out of place. Meadow. Wilder wants to step away to talk to her, but Clove is saying his name. Right, his friend! Smiling down at the small pup, he shoves away any thought he has of the other girl and nods his muzzle enthusiastically. "Of course, m'lady," he extends his paw, taking her own in his his and begins to whirl Clove around the dancefloor.
