The container is empty.
The wolf cup is still inside the dark container.
How'd this get down here?
Someone seems to have put this container away for safekeeping, and then forgotten about it.
The plumber fills his cup with ice and a little bit of water first thing in the morning. By the afternoon, sweating away in the hot, dark, half-flooded humidity, he sips at the lukewarm liquid.
Eager Wolf?
He looks sort of bookish and reserved, actually.
Maybe he's eager to leave his studies behind and see real battle.
Itching to prove that he can lead the pack, if they'll only give him the chance.
Maybe he's super eager about... reading more books.
He looks like the kind of wolf who'd stick his snout in between the pages when no one was looking just to smell the old paper.
Consider his beady little eyes. (Proceed.)
Globs of yellow paint refuse to stare back at you -- his gaze is fixed somewhere to the side, drawn away from his book. By what, it's unclear.
He carries himself with straight shoulders, a confident posture, but his thick glasses hide a furry face twisted with anxiety.
Take the cup.
Eager Wolf joins the crew.
Leave the container alone. [Leave.]
It slides across the floor with a slightly squelchy shush-ing sound.
Out of the darkness emerges another wolf cup: large, plastic, and glorious.
The plastic wolf, in round spectacles, reads an ancient tome, a wizard's staff strapped to the back of his cloak. Splashed across the cup's side: 'EAGER WOLF'.
Out of the darkness, you pull a large plastic drinks cup. On the lid is a hard novelty 'topper' in the shape of a cartoon wolf.