quack, quack, duck

Since joining the Armada, it was unusual for Wilder to travel far from the pack's territory. He was still adjusting to the new feeling of being apart of something so leaving really hadn't been on his agenda. Until Oleander mentioned sending him out to track down some rare plant for the healing stores since he tended to be rather good at the whole navigating things. With the hopes that this meant a promotion from being a stinky, lame Apprentice was on the horizon, Wilder took off to the south toward the marshier lands closer to Raider's Hollow.

Rain had already doused the swampier areas with more than enough water to suffice. He was near up to his elbows in mud as he slowly trekked his way to the lake that lay in the shape of a paw. How anyone ever figured that out was beyond him, but he wasn't going to question it either. Taking note of how little the prey animals dared to venture out into the muck, he kept to the drier paths as much as he could as he finally came upon the reed encircled ponds.

WILDER