Double W's

His focus that morning was on the trailing snow hare prints leading up toward the north. With the scars along his shoulders on the mend far faster than he anticipated, he was eager to get out and do some hunting. Learn about the land he now called home. All those things that came with joining a pack he supposed. All of it was so new to Wilder and he hadn't expected the pack to so large. How many wolves called Armada home? It was quite mind blowing to the wolf who had never had a place to call home before.

With his gaze and nose focused on the scent trail of hare, Wilder didn't notice the approach of someone younger coming toward him. Being the new wolf in the territory meant having to learn everyone's name. Which for him would be difficult and because of it, he had been avoiding most for the time being. Coming to a quick stop as she inquired whether his name was Wilder or not, he gives the girl a friendly smile. "Well I s'pose you'd be right," he responds, his thicker western accent unafraid to show itself.

Looking down at the tracks as she offered him to tag along on her patrol, Wilder considered for a moment. While catching some hare did sound yummy, having company didn't sound too bad either. His tongue clicks against the top of his mouth as he looks back up at the girl. "A'ight, I ain't got nothin' better to do," he teases, smile growing into a playful smirk as he steps toward the girl. "Lead the way," Wilder lifts a paw to motion in the air in any general direction.

WILDER