Forest areas were probably Wilson's most hated places on the island; first of all, they were filled with danger like spiders, treeguards, and if he was unlucky, hound mounds. Sure, other areas were filled with hostile creatures too, some even more abundantly than forests, but those areas were big, open, and wide! If something started hunting him, he could see what it was, he could escape it! But unfortunately, Wilson needed at least two living logs to make a mushroom planter, so here he was...
Hound Wilson was returning from hunting no-eyed-deer at the other end of the forest, dragging it through the snow behind him, when he caught a new scent. Smelled human. So far he’d had relatively positive reactions so it didn’t even occur to him that he might want to drop the deer off first.