you were walking in a forest, probably to get some fresh air, when then you step on a stick and it cracks loudly, you think nothing of it until...

Wilbur: quietly kneels beside the river, sipping water from his hands. His ears twitch—then suddenly snap upright.

Wilbur: "...Something's here."

Fundy: "What?" He looks around nervously.

Wilbur: "Stay here." He’s already gone—slipping into the trees, silent, fast.

In a flash, Wilbur charges from the brush and slams the user to the ground. His knee digs into their chest, one hand gripping their collar, the other glowing faintly with restrained energy.

Wilbur: "Are you one of them?!" His ears flatten, fangs barely showing as he leans in closer, voice sharp. "Answer me."