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

Her eyes dart up to him and he can't help but pull his muzzle away, giving her space. Still, he stays in the snow, knowing she will probably need help up. Though he's patient, he worries and wishes she would speak. At least her breathing seems normal and nothing was out of sorts. His gaze stay on her, waiting until her bone dry voice speaks to him.

The comment has Wilder rolling his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he gives his head a shake. "Oh, that's it, hm," he lifts a brow, assessing her once more, wanting to ask her for the truth, but also not wanting to get bit. Had he found her weakness? Or was it trauma from being an abused wolf? A slave. "C'mon, you'll catch a cold stayin' in the snow," Wilder rumbles, lifting his hind end up so that he perches into a play-bow sort of position. Leaning his shoulder toward her so that she can brace herself against him, he helps her up to standing.

Once he knows she's firmly on her paws, he gives his coat a shake, looking to her apprehensively. "Should we get ya back? Had 'nough of bein' outside yet?" He questions, his expression fading from that mildly concerned expression to more of a playful smirk. "I'll race ya," Wilder teases, giving Vesper a teasing wink.

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