Double W's

Wilder spends some more time examining the woods around them. He notices how the snow lingers along the branches, icy and sharp against the dark and shadowy background. If one were to be quiet enough, they would be able to hear the various noises that thumped too low to be heard. Deer herds grazed slowly, always on alert, cautious and nervous. Moose and polar bears ambling about, minding their business, preparing for the spring to come soon. Even the smaller animals awakening from their slumbers, geared for the warmth and fresh plants to sprout soon. All of it made Wilder feel at home just enough that he didn't miss where he had come from.

His attention is soon grabbed by Wynter, a curious look on his face. "Mortis? Is that the Warlord's... brother?" Wilder asks, head canting a little bit. He had only met Basilisk, Wylan, and Oleander who were Fatalis, but hadn't heard mention of any others other than well, Wynter. With the patrol calm and quiet for now, their stroll was easy. Making their way along the scent trails, he doesn't notice any packs neighboring theirs. In his mind, he knows that's a good thing, but how had they gotten so lucky?

Her questions bring a smile to his muzzle. His expression is fond as he does finally pull up memories of his favorite place in Boreas. "Honestly? It's dangerous. There's many a predator, wolf and not, who would be ready to jump you when food is scarce," Wilder pauses, his expression scrunching, his throat clearing. "Uh, but spring is comin' so food will be plenty, ya ain't got nothin' to worry bout," he assures Wynter.

"Diplomat, huh? You must be important," he shoots her a smile. "My favorite is the Rio Grande, definitely recommend. A wide, wide river that moves slow through a jungle. Good fishin' and exotic animals like colorful birds to keep ya company," Wilder lets out a sigh, his heart misses the swampy jungle, but this was home now. He would have to get used to it.