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

Wilder stills as Vesper’s paw rests against his leg. Looking down at her with blurry vision, he too laughs at the silliness of his question. Duh. How could he forget that she was rendered immobile from that bear attack? Blame it on the booze. That would be the answer.

Her returning question leaves him stiffening for a moment. Memories of his parents flash before him before he gives his head a shake to rid himself of the sadness. “I’ve been on my own since I was six months ol’ so not really,” he admits, his voice rigid as he reaches to take the last swig from the bottle. Finishing it with a smack his lips, he sets the bottle under the cot so that he could dispose of it later once they’d sobered up.

“You ever see a waterfall before?” Wilder is quick to ask his next question, gaze returning to Vesper in hopes she wouldn’t push the subject.