Oleander bid the new member of Armada, Wilder, to come with him from where he and Bas had found the poor bloke on the edge of the territory.

"I'll show you around! You set the pace." The white healer said and started at an easy lope toward the Market, He kept in mind Wilder's injuries from his run-in with the cat and would not be running around at breakneck speed like his brother had done showing Seneca around.

They approached the wide mouth of the market cave.
"Here we have the market! Anyone can sell anything! Lots of trading and business around here. There are guards at the entrances, where all newcomers can freely come and go, but non-members aren't allowed further beyond." He let Wilder take a gander at the market and ask some questions before she started to the exit in the back of the cave to the Col proper.

"Speech!"

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Their size difference makes it easy for Wilder to follow at a comfortable pace. His skin feels tight and itchy where the stitches and scarring lace along his shoulders. Moving northward, away from Waterfall Peak, toward the entrances of the Col, Wilder gives Ollie a curt nod at the pleasantries. "I got long legs, don' need ta worry," he mentions, a toying smirk lingering on his charcoal lips as he follows the boy deeper into Armada territory. His new home.

Dirt and rock don't fade into anything easier to traverse across, but he doesn't mind. Since they appear to be going down instead of up toward the sharpening peaks toward the sky, he figures their hike will be easier than one might guess from the outside. That much would be true as the rocks begin to grow smaller and finally a smooth path leading to a large cave entrance levels out before them. A market? Wilder questions in his head as he follows Ollie past opening and into the warmly lit alleyway that opens up to a massive space where various vendors and sellers beckon out to them with their wares.

"Interestin' concept," Wilder says quietly, his vermillion eyes wide with wonder and... a tiny bit of anxiousness? He's never been this entrapped before. Not with so many wolves he doesn't know in a place he's never been before. He'll steel his nerves anyway, easily covering up the concern that bites at his thoughts. Instead, he focuses on mapping out the market in his brain, making note of major pathways and darker side alleys.

"This place ever get empty or they always 'ere?" He asks, leaning his muzzle down toward Ollie so that his tour guide can hear him over the din of the crowd.

WILDER

Oleander walks easily next to the marshen male. His pace is usually stretched to match the stride of the warlord and its comfortable to sidle along with Wilder.

He nodded as the other remarked about the concept, leading him through to the back way into the Col.

"Yeah, things die down right around sundown, a little longer in the winter. Picks back up a little before sunrise. No one that's not a member is meant to cross this line." Ollie motions to a guard in an alcove between the Market and the Col proper. "We have several guard posts around the market, and up to First Light Point."

He leads the new member beyond the market and uses his tail to point east toward First Light Point.

"Straight across we have the obelisk, which has all our rules on it. The fire, which is lit all the time, and the northern warrens start into that hillside." He mentioned nodding his nose up ahead of them.

"Speech"

Wilder is not upset when they briskly walk through the market, ignoring most of the vendors that call out to them. While the area is brightly lit with plenty of torches and adorned with various colors of each seller, Wilder is still unsettled by the too much muscle, but little did he know of previous enemy shenanigans. His gaze does linger on those guards that perch themselves in the alcove, appearing rather bored out of their minds. Couldn't they at least be given something to do? Eh, not his business anyway.

Continuing past the market and making their way slightly uphill toward the outside, Wilder inhales a deep breath once the fresh air hits him. Lungs suck in the clean and crisp surroundings, the smell of stone, snow, and pine obvious and matching the territory surrounding them. His gaze then turns to the obelisk that rises toward the sky, engraved with a multitude of rules that probably would be important for him to know. Moving easily over the thin blanket of snow on the ground, Wilder stops before the obelisk and looks up at him. Thank goodness he could read, eh?

"Why on an obelisk?" The word is funny on his tongue and accent, but he wasn't going to put much attention to it. He was tired and getting hungry, starting to itch to find a den to call his permanent home. What a weird concept.

WILDER

He lets Wilder lead the way to the obelisk and looks up at it with him. Did Wilder know how to read? He wondered how well other wolves knew how to read. It'd be pretty useless if their members couldn't read the rules.
He asked the inevitable question.
Oleander made a curious face, half surprised and half curious.
"That is an excellent question. When you run into Bas again you ask him. He gives a great answer." Ollie had never even dreamed of that question, it was just always there. Do other packs not have their rules posted up somewhere? He didn't know if Bas would give a good answer, but Wilder can find that out on his own.

"Anyhow, when there's a pack meeting it'll typically be around here!" He went on, "So thataway is the Soul Sand Cove, nice beach and fishing, and thataway-" He points the opposite direction, "Is Mile High Woods. Great for hunting!" He remarks. Then turns back to the mossy wolf.

"Behind you, back toward the market but a different entrance is the south warrens and the smithy on the other side. Ready to grab a den or would you like to explore?"

"Speech!"

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Wilder walks with Oleander, his gaze lingering on the Obelisk for a moment longer. The boy was right. If there was anyone he would need to ask, it would be Basilisk. The Warlord would surely know the answer or the right old man to point him at. Not that he was dying for an answer. Though maybe he should know more about the pack he'd agreed to be apart of. That might be a good idea...

His attention is drawn to where Oleander points to with a paw. First, the meeting area where the pack would gather. Then toward the west toward Soul Sand Cove that would be good for fishing and swimming during the summer. Next, the north toward Mile-high Woods where he could also find good hunting. Yes, hunting was good, that he was good at. And lastly, toward the south where a well-worn path led toward the southern warrens.

The Armada's territory was vast, but he would have time to discover it all. For now, Oleander had the right idea. "A den sounds great," he comments, a confirming nod of his muzzle toward the boy while he wants for him to lead the way.

He let Wilder take it all in patiently. And when the tired mossy wolf replied that he'd like a den Ollie nodded knowingly.

"Excellent. Let's get you some supplies from storage." He said and led Wilder toward the utility cave.

"-Over here we have food prep, then storage, and down there we have several hot springs for pools. If you ever need anything you can grab it from here." He said pointing to each thing as he mentioned it before ducking into the supply room. He grabbed a few meats, and furs and hefted them up over his back.

"Alright, let's get you situated." He said nodding to Wilder and leading him to the warrens where he could pick his own den.

When Wilder chose Ollie helped set him up comfortably, though he noticed that the mossy wolf seemed a bit nervous whenever they ducked back inside the caves. He didn't mention anything about though.

"Speech"