you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

After the encounter with Vesper, Oleander had requested he take her for a walk to help exercise her healing muscles. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the whole slave business thing as he made his way to the infirmary. Long strides carried him in an unhurried fashion through the col's warrens. From what Oleander had told him, the boy wasn't particularly fond of the girl, not caring to make time for her, but she did still need care if they wanted her to live. A conundrum, wasn't it?

Since he was also still low on the totem pole, Wilder didn't object to the request. Plus, Vesper was pretty entertaining in a "she thinks she's big and scary" sort of way. He mulls these over until he makes it to the infirmary, popping his head in first to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything important. Once he's in the clear, the swamp-colored wolf goes over to Vesper's cot.

"C'mon, yer comin' with me," he says, muzzle motioning toward the door, not giving her a choice.

WILDER