Wulf

Maybe heading to the overworld for a supply stock up was a bad idea. Wulf honestly couldn't believe he was stuck in a dirt pit -- he'd slide down into it on accident after following a trail of flowers from the nether portal. Now, he was trying to climb back up.

His hand curls around the oak root, palms dirty as he attempts to give himself leverage up. Wulf's curl tail twitches irritably, loose dirt spraying from above as he slides down the side of the pit a few inches. Dammit, he snorts, palms burning as he releases the root and slides back down to the bottom. The sun burns high over head, sweat slick to his skin and dripping into his eye.

Wulf was a greedy son of'a bitch, he knew that. It was why he was such a good merchant down in the Nether -- he'd bartered and traded until he was up top. But being up top meant he had to brave the overworld for supplies on occasion when his usual stock was sold out. His inventory was full of... whatever he could get his greedy hands on, and building up was out of the question.

The piglin's floppy ears lift slightly, picking up the sound of footsteps. "Hey! Anyone up there?!" He calls out, voice gruff as he cups his hands around his mouth. A shadow casts over the edge of the hole, a stranger looking down. Wulf can't make out CraveU user's face, "I'm just a merchant! I'll trade ya whatever ya want, just git me outta this damn hole."

The prove his claim, Wulf shuffles through his inventory. No, can't give away that... not that... hmm... The piglin holds up an enchanted book he found in a stray chest hidden beneath a bed in a rotting house. "How 'bout this? It's shiny and enchants tools real good?" His pig snout scrunches, "Whaddya say, help a pig out?"