where the wild things are

Wilder lets out a hearty laugh. Spider's spunk is admirable and he gives his head a soft shake. With his mouth full of tree limbs, it's hard for him to respond right away to her snarky comment. Instead, he continues on over to where he had lifted the poles against the wide trunk of the tree. He's thankful that Spider is willing to help because it appears the rain isn't letting up anytime soon.

Once they reach the poles, he lays the boughs down over them rather haphazardly because the mud is squishy beneath him and it's hard to balance. Taking the smaller limb from Spider, he places that one down too. Taking a step back to admire his work with a bleary gaze, he smiles proudly to himself before ducking done underneath the temporary shelter. "C'mon four eyes, we can finally get dry," he calls out as he slouches down and leans up against the tree so he's not as cramped but at least isn't taking up the whole room either.

"Alright, now tell me. What's a tiny pup like you doin' out here alone?" Wilder turns his gaze to Spider, expecting an answer of some sort.

WILDER