I’m not cut out for this

Wilder’s ears perk when Bas accepts his offer of needing a home, but clearly didn’t know his name yet. “Oh, yeah, Wilder is what I go by,” he gives a smile and a friendly wag of his tail. “Nice to meet ya Basilisk,” a short nod of his head toward the Warlord and then to the boy, “and Oleander,” he ends the greeting with a tilt of his head. Aid was definitely not the thing he was expecting right away, but he was grateful nonetheless.

“No, no, just the ones along my shoulders,” Wilder turns his head back to motion his muzzle toward the long open wounds that trail from the front of his shoulders toward the back of his rib cage. “Usually can keep myself outta trouble, but the cat was pretty desperate,” his nose wrinkles as he moves to get closer to the boy. Plopping himself down on the ground beside the young healer, he turns his attention once more to Basilisk.

“Thanks again,” he offers another timid smile, trying to distract himself from the healer’s movements. “There somewhere I can make myself home or someone who can give me a tour?” Wilder questions, curious to see his new home.