will I really learn

Wilder very much preferred hunting over fighting. He wasn't particularly keen on fighting other wolves and when he did, he was known to fight a tad dirty. There was no rhyme or reason to his attack stlye, but his defense? That was always up to par, even a step above the rest. Being as feral as he had been, out alone for so long, it was necessary for him to learn to defend himself. From cougar, from bear, from deer, moose, anything that could feasibly attack him. Even other canines like wolves or coyotes or wild dogs. It wasn't something he'd shared with anyone, but maybe Oleander had some sort of idea that he needed training to help get his body back into shape.

So it came as a real surprise to him when it was Vesper he found at the ring, not Oleander. He pauses at the entrance, brow narrowing a moment in befuddlement. What was she doing here? Was she not a "slave" by their standards? There was no reason for slaves to be training for anything... right? Stepping out into the light to reveal himself, he trots over to Vesper with a raised brow of question and a half smirk on his lips. "What're ya doin' this far away from the infirmary?" Wilder questions, unable to find anything teasing to say to her.

WILDER