While My Guitar Gently Weeps

Word of potentially expanding the pack had been going around. A good idea if he had anything to say about it. After all, with the arrival of him and his siblings, the pack was practically bursting at the seams. They were certainly going to need more room, else the pack might struggle for resources...and that wouldn't be good for them at all. He followed The Daemon and a couple of others to the nearby willows, glacial blue eyes fixed on the male as they were instructed to take a look around. Alright, sounded easy enough!

He started by going to one side of the pond as he studied its surface. Frogs leaped off of their lily pads and into the water at the splotched wolf's approach, bugs skittering across its surface. This place would certainly do well to provide the pack with not only water, but adequate food if they liked to fish. Not only that, but it seemed ducks, geese, and other waterfowl frequented the place judging by the old nests he spotted among the willows and cattails. Turning away from the water, he noted the different herbs that grew among the roots of the willows. Perfect for healers, too, he supposed.