He comes out here to breathe. When the staring and mutters get too much, when he doesn't want to bother Nathaniel with needing comfort, when the patient load is low. It's quiet. Here he can remember the adrenaline of every escape he made and the way the wind ran through his hair. Simpler times. Easier times, almost, if just because things were so clearly good or ill.

It's only when he starts to get chilly that he turns to go... and spots the wolf. Anders' hand goes straight to his staff as he waits to see what it does. He doesn't want to simply attack it, but he does need to be ready in case it decides he looks tasty.

"Easy does it. I don't want to hurt you." In moments like these, when he's talking to animals, he's glad that there's no one around to hear him. Even if everyone has likely already heard him talking with Purrelden.