The Taste of Her Cherry Chapstick

Wilder has to admit that the grove has a sense of beauty to it. The way the shadows and light filter down through the full canopy of green leaves. Berries that line bushes along the pathways, just daring to be eaten. Well worn paths ensure that no one gets lost and it seems there are plenty of diverting paths to follow in other directions. He can't scent any other predators either aside from the Hallows wolves. That made it all the better for hunting and berry eating in his mind. If there were no threats, they could eat and hunt all they wanted.

"Squirrels and rabbits are quite hard to catch," Wilder comments, nodding his head in agreement, as he looks around. He can see the squirrels hiding up in the trees, peering at them from around branches, very aware there were two wolves walking through the grove. Her next observation has him looking around again. Skunks and porcupines? Two animals he definitely didn't want to tango with either. Because while he wasn't the nicest smelling wolf, he didn't want to smell like skunk either.

As he continues to admire the safety and quiet of the grove around them, he lets an ear turn toward Clove as she mentions the wild pigs. He pauses so he can look down at her with a questioning look. The look of longing in her eyes is obvious and sends a wave of emotion through him. What exactly was that? It was hard to prevent his face from scrunching up because he hadn't ever really felt it before. Why did he suddenly feel obligated to help her? Wrinkling his nose, he reaches a paw up to nudge her shoulder.

"Well, then we can hunt some wild pigs! You say you're fast right? Then you can definitely catch at least one," his lips turn up in a smirk, his eyes beginning to twinkle before averting his gaze. Again there was that weird feeling in his belly he couldn't quite understand. Instead, he tried to focus on their exploration and now hunting trip. "We have to look through the grove for signs of them first," Wilder says as he lowers his muzzle closer to the ground and toward the bushes that line the sides of the path. "You'll know its a pig when you see their tracks and they have a sort of distinct mushroom-like scent," he mentions as he takes a few steps into the undergrowth.

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