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

Wilder expected her to lash back. To say something catty or witty or something. When the room falls quiet and all he can hear is himself breathing and her gently shifting in her cot, he nearly can't stand it. Silence is only golden during a hunt. Beneath the ground, in the warrens, it is like nails on a chalkboard for him. He can't stand it. It only takes a minute or two before his anger has dissipated and his resolve has crumbled. He's still incredibly annoyed at her behavior, at her stupid words, but he's trying to be understanding. Which is also far out of the ballpark for himself.

With a sigh, he gets up from the cot and turns to look at her. Watching her for a moment, he slowly wanders back over, expression dull and uncertain. "Ya still want my company or shoul' I get lost?" He inquires, uncaring which one she would choose.

WILDER