quack, quack, duck

The stranger replies, muzzle pointing to the clearly marked territory line of the Raider's. Ah, yes, he had been warned about those folk. Best to keep his distance unless he wanted trouble. Unlike most of the Armada folk though, Wilder didn't mind a tussle or two, but today's journey wasn't for stirring the pot. No, he had job to do and that was what would happen. So he nods, his smile still on his face as a light goes off in his tiny brain.

"You wouldn' happen to know where I can find somethin' called Bloodflower, would ya?" Wilder asks, gaze lingering on the wolf for a moment before he begins to look around once more. "I ain' even sure it grows here," he mentions, feeling defeated as he noses his way through some reeds a foot or so away from the watery shore of the lake. All he can smell are weeds and trees, maybe some squirrels and definitely duck, but the particular smell of this particular plant was not showing up. "Kinda startin' to think the healer sen' me on a wil' goose chase," Wilder laughs, his eyes rolling as he continues to half-mindedly search through the brush.

WILDER