Do you see what's happening?

Wilder had been minding his business when the Warlord approached him. Oleander had mentioned in passing that he had done well training Vesper on basic defensive stances. That had been the start of the conversation that quickly evolved into "I need you to take a different Songbird out on a navigation trip." Of course, being an Apprentice, a lower ranking wolf, Wilder couldn't possibly say no to the Warlord himself. For as much as his insides steeled at the knowledge of another slave being with the Armada, he did his duty and politely agreed to the task. Plus, navigating did happen to be one of his specialties so at least he would get to enjoy his time out in the woods.

Snagging Yara from the warrens with a quick explanation of the Warlord's command, Wilder led the wolf north of the Col. Sticking close to the borders at first to ensure the pack's scent was still strong and safe from predators, he turns his attention to Yara. "What'd do ya notice about the terrain?" He inquired, vibrant red gaze flickering to her for a moment before moving back to the tree line they walked along. Wilder isn't much for small talk or being super social so he figured jumping into the lesson would be good enough.

Good enough until he got a good look as well. For now, he didn't pay the peculiar appearance of leaves much mind. It was spring after all and with recent heavy rains, he could understand why the leaves might appear more yellow. Overwatering never did the flora any good. Something about it did seem off though, but he couldn't quite put his paw on it.