With his new promotion, help from Ollie to recover, and his health status much better, Wilder itched to get back into busy work. Hunting, scouting, refilling the food stores with clean meat, tasks he thought would be assigned to him. Not... training puppies. His face twitched slightly when the request had been given, but he wouldn't dare say no. Basilisk had at least earned that much respect from him.

Wilder calls for any of the pups that are interest in navigation or any other pack member that was interested in learning. The Col was a massive and intricate network of different tunnels and warrens, the perfect place to start training newbies. Standing at one end of an entrance, he waits in a relaxed stance with a shoulder leaning against the cavern's entrance. Had Bas and Iggie at least taught them to show up on time?

"Wilder"

Balrog's thick furred ears perked up at the call from Wilder. Navigation training? His little heart raced with excitement. He had heard stories from his parents about the Col's vast network of tunnels outside the warrens, and the idea of exploring them thrilled him. Balrog scrambled to his paws, nearly tripping over them with haste, and dashed toward the entrance where Wilder was waiting.

As he arrived, panting but eager, he noticed the older wolf leaning against the cavern's entrance. Balrog tried to stand as tall as he could, though his young frame made that a bit difficult. "I'm here," he announced, his voice filled with youthful enthusiasm. He glanced around with his obsidian stare, wondering if any of his siblings would be joining them. Despite his excitement, a flicker of nervousness crossed his mind - would he be able to keep up with this training, with his bulky stature? Shaking off the doubt, Balrog stepped closer to Wilder, his gold-dipped tail wagging slightly as he awaited further instruction.

"Balrog"

The tiniest toddler of the bunch was already batting at her brother's black and gold heels as they heard the call. She started to head in Wilder's direction and leap over Balrog to get there first but when he nearly tripped over his larger paws, she actually tripped over herself. She tumbled into a forward roll, but got up, shook her white and blue pelt off, and continued onward at breakneck speed. He got there a breath before her!

"I'mheretoo! You're green! You got moss on your back? What we doin? We going into caves?" Her bright voice was mashed together in all the questions. And her paws fidgeted and danced and she placed her front paws on Bal for a moment then stepped off, then tried to catch his tail, then tried to squeeze herself between his front legs to help herself be still. The girl needed weights on her legs or something.


"Selene"