Pack updates: June

He was new and still adjusting to the whole pack life business. Somewhat keeping to himself for now until he got settled. Focusing on allowing his scars to heal and rebuild the tears so that he could hunt again. At times, he missed the wild, missed the solitude, but hadn't balked at it too much. Having found a den within the warrens that was closest to the large opening, he didn't feel so unsettled while he was trying to sleep and make it his "own." Funny how things could change so quickly.

It's in his den where he relaxes when he hears the Warlord's call for the pack. Nothing urgent, but Wilder supposed that maybe this would be his chance to introduce himself to others. Already, he'd met Oleander, Vesper, and Wylan, and re-met Tethys and Spider. There were still so many members he hadn't met which was mind blowing to the slightly feral wolf. So since he was trying not to be so feral anymore, he got to his paws, stretching his long legs, and set out toward the middle of the Col where he found Basilisk sitting beside the Obelisk and Oleander and an unknown wolf sitting nearby.

Dipping his muzzle to Basilisk first, Wilder takes a seat off to the side, plopping himself down into a comfortable position that wouldn't strain his injury. He then looks to Oleander, giving the healer a smirk before his gaze settled on Gossamer for a moment. Was she family? Or just a member? He couldn't tell, but figured he would eventually find out.

WILDER