Do you see what's happening?

As they back out of the woods, their steps hurried, Wilder isn't surprised to see the Warlord approaching so soon. He was after all escorting a slave around their neighboring territory and any news from him wouldn't spell good news.

Stopping before the massive wolf, Wilder feels awkward having to peer upward at the wolf. It wasn't very often he met someone taller than himself. Clearing his throat, trying to swallow the acrid taste of bile, he points his muzzle to the woods behind him. "Disease. An oak is crumblin' wit' yeller leaves an' brittle bark. There's a dead doe at its base. No sign of foul play, can't be anythin' else," Wilder's tone is serious as he speaks to Basilisk. If whatever it was wasn't contained or eradicated quickly, the potential for it to spread to the wolves of Armada was an impending doom he wished to avoid.