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

There was temptation in his gaze as he looked at the bamboo. A wall of it blocking out all strangers who dared to enter. Well, by the scent, those strangers had dared to enter and hadn't been successful. Good for the guy, right? Maybe. He still wasn't sure and its that uncertainty that leaves him feet from the plant that he wants to get ahold of. If he could just cut down a few stalks of it... he could use it for some traps. Trapping is a lot easier than chasing down his kills.

As the breeze blows by, knocking the stalks together so they make a sort of ominous noise, Wilder doesn't notice the leader approach. Paw steps hidden by leaf litter, he almost jumps when Hattori emerges to snap at him. Dang, okay, maybe it really was a bad time to visit. He turns to look at the older man with his mouth suddenly going dry and his brain drawing a blank.

His lips open and nothing comes. Instead, a paw lifts and he points toward the bamboo. Why was this guy so threatening? Authority didn't normally leave him feeling... small. Scrunching his face, he gives it a good shake as a sort of reset before trying again. "I noticed you have a lot of bamboo," Wilder starts, his paws taking him a few feet to the side so he can get a better look at the fortress that hides Hattori's pack.

"I was hoping you might spare a few. They're sturdy and could be used for hunting, but this is the only place that it grows," his vermillion gaze avoids Hattori and only stays on the bamboo. He wants to reach out and touch it so bad. To feel how smooth the tall stalks are and understand how it is so different than the massive trees that grow in surrounding lands.

WILDER