Here we have! Part 0ne

Wilder walks with Oleander, his gaze lingering on the Obelisk for a moment longer. The boy was right. If there was anyone he would need to ask, it would be Basilisk. The Warlord would surely know the answer or the right old man to point him at. Not that he was dying for an answer. Though maybe he should know more about the pack he'd agreed to be apart of. That might be a good idea...

His attention is drawn to where Oleander points to with a paw. First, the meeting area where the pack would gather. Then toward the west toward Soul Sand Cove that would be good for fishing and swimming during the summer. Next, the north toward Mile-high Woods where he could also find good hunting. Yes, hunting was good, that he was good at. And lastly, toward the south where a well-worn path led toward the southern warrens.

The Armada's territory was vast, but he would have time to discover it all. For now, Oleander had the right idea. "A den sounds great," he comments, a confirming nod of his muzzle toward the boy while he wants for him to lead the way.