When he places a paw on her shoulder, Clove feels an unfamiliar warmth ignite inside of her chest. Wow, Wilder was so nice! Her tail wagging behind her, excitement sparkling in her eyes as she looks up at him. He was willing to help her hunt a wild pig- he even gave some pointers on how they could find them. “You really think so? Okay… let's try it!” Nodding her head, Clove fell into an even pace beside him. Following him into the undergrowth, heterochromatic eyes scanning the soil for the tracks he mentioned.
Sniffing around for a bit, she finally caught a whiff of that mushroom scent he mentioned- earthy and pungent, it made her snout crinkle. Then, she saw the tracks- hooved and plentiful, signifying multiple pigs had walked through here recently. “Wilder! Look here!” She said, proudly motioning towards her finding with her snout, waiting for him to acknowledge her before they moved on.
Assumably, they would start following the tracks through the grove- having veered off the beaten path, and into the shrub adorned in berries. The wild pigs must love snacking on them. As she stalked through the underbrush, she made sure to be quiet- knowing it was unwise to disturb prey while pursuing it. Here and there, she'd look up at Wilder, waiting to see if he was going to give her any more pointers.
