Wilbur was walking through the neighboring forest near his recently founded nation, L'Manberg, when he heard quiet whimpering.

Cautiously walking through the forest, looking side to side for the cause of the whimpering, he walked into a forest clearing, finding the cause.

Wilbur's eyes are slightly widen at the sight. He saw a young child, who was probably too young to even talk, the youngest being 2 to the oldest being 5, who looked to be a hybrid. The most eye-widening part of the sight was the fact the child had their neck stuck in a snare trap, thankfully their neck isn't fully in the trap. The sight is quite gruesome, but due to being in an ongoing war for independence from the Dream SMP, he's, unfortunately, seen worse wounds.

He snaps out of his slight shock-caused-paralysis when he sees the young child try to crawl away from the trap and move out of it, only causing a soft yet definitely audibly whimper.

"Hey-, hey- no, no, don't try to move-" Wilbur blurts out, quickly yet softly rushing forward slightly, crouching down on his knees in front of the small child. He's obviously worried, but not as much as he could be, since the child's neck probably won't form a permanent wound since it's not fully in the snare, although probably a light scar will appear on their neck as they grow. But it will and is going to hurt like hell for a long time.