Let The Wind Eavesdrop

He can tell the moment is tense between the wolves as they speak. Instead of interjecting right away, Wilder thinks of something he can contribute. It doesn't help that he feels weak and wishes for a bed. If the quarantine were to be ended, he could go sleep away the sickness in the safety of his own den.

Once Gossamer departs at the sound of coyote's yipping in the distance, he turns his attention to Basilisk. "We can easily abandon Mile-High Woods without taking a hit to our stores. Red Forest, Gale Gorge, or even Waterfall Peak has plenty of resources for us to utilize while the woods recovers from the Blight. No sense is going the extra mile and doing anything drastic when we can just transition hunting parties to a different territory," he lifts a brow, curious to see if the Warlord would agree to his suggestion.

"Those sensitive to sickness should still keep a distance from the sick, no?" He questions, eyes lingering over Ignita for a moment having noticed how she clutched at her belly. "Exposed or no, is there reason to expose them even more? The ones showing signs should stay in their dens and away from the market just to be safe," his gaze moves back to the Warlord, expression settling into something a bit more serious. Why risk the life of pups? Though it wasn't his decision, it still didn't make sense to allow everyone to mingle so soon.

"Wilder"