Wilbur was grumbling to himself as he stood leaning on a tree, glaring down at the blazing fire him and Tommy made to keep warm. He was annoyed, annoyed at himself, annoyed at Jschlatt, annoyed at everyone for siding with Jschlatt, annoyed at Tommy, and annoyed at the shitty-campfire that was now where they had to stay until they built a new base. Wilbur’s grumbling got louder as the list of his annoyances grew.