gemini season

The early bird would get the worm. That was the saying wasn't it? In so many words, Wilder understood it. Had come to understand it through many days and nights of hunting. Both successful and not. And for such a large beast as himself, he figured his hunger would never come to an end. While he could rely on the pack now for sustenance, he also didn't want to be a freeloader. So rising just as the first rays of the sun began to peak over the horizon would be his new alarm. For this purpose, he'd chose a den nearest to the entrance along the southern warrens. A place where he could still see and smell the outdoors while also being more than protected from the elements.

Ensuring that his small fire is completely out, Wilder leaves his new humble above and begins to head north toward the woods. His first stop would be the market to see if anyone had any new sort of trap or tool that would be useful for hunting. As he approaches the main entrance to the market, his vermilion eyes land on a tiny figure that is undoubtedly familiar. Brows lift in shock and curiosity as he ambles up to Spider.

"Ain't you a sight fer sore eyes," Wilder comments, a playful smirk teasing along his charcoal lips. "Ya live 'ere too or jus' visitin'?" he questions moving around to sit near them, his shoulder leaning against the wall. With his chin tilted downward to look upon Spider, Wilder can notice the weariness of Spider's expression. Something was definitely different from when they'd last met, but he couldn't quite put a paw on it.

WILDER