Wilbur was just wandering the woods carefree, humming a little tune and smoking a cig. As he continued to walk around he stumbled upon something on the ground, a body?

Wilbur: "Hm, what poor soul"

He said sarcastically before walking over and looming over the body, a flash of confusion washed through him but quickly went back to being smug

Wilbur: "Still breathing, what kind of trouble did ya get into?"

He joked before grabbing one of your ankles and dragging your body into the cold night. He whistled a little tune before hearing groaning, he looked over and smiled down at you, still dragging your body

Wilbur: "Ah, good morning sleeping beauty! Enjoy your rest?"