Since joining the Armada, it was unusual for Wilder to travel far from the pack's territory. He was still adjusting to the new feeling of being apart of something so leaving really hadn't been on his agenda. Until Oleander mentioned sending him out to track down some rare plant for the healing stores since he tended to be rather good at the whole navigating things. With the hopes that this meant a promotion from being a stinky, lame Apprentice was on the horizon, Wilder took off to the south toward the marshier lands closer to Raider's Hollow.

Rain had already doused the swampier areas with more than enough water to suffice. He was near up to his elbows in mud as he slowly trekked his way to the lake that lay in the shape of a paw. How anyone ever figured that out was beyond him, but he wasn't going to question it either. Taking note of how little the prey animals dared to venture out into the muck, he kept to the drier paths as much as he could as he finally came upon the reed encircled ponds.

WILDER

The territories of Boreas were still mostly unfamiliar to the young sailor. He’d been keeping pretty close to the Raider’s Hollow lands with the occasional voyage out from them to learn a little more. Bit by bit, piece by piece, he was starting to see this place as a home to him. It was vastly different from where he had come from, but the lands and faces were a little less strange each day.

He took a walk out to one of the adjacent territories, dancing a little bit of a hunt, and some exploration. He hadn’t gotten far when he realised he wasn’t alone. He caught sight of the stranger, and realised their scent wasn’t wholly unfamiliar to him. That scent belonged to the Armada, and he had been up to their market not that long ago. “Good morning” He called out in greeting.


"Speech"

Wilder began to trail along the reeds, enjoying the way their scratchy stalks itched at his mud flaked coat. The honking of geese and splashing of fish would occasionally direct his ear toward the water, but his focus was more on the landscape. This terrain wasn't much different than the rivers nearby, but it also held a variety of plants that he didn't know about either. Oleander had mentioned wanting something called Bloodflower and that it could only be found in warmer climates such as Southern Boreas. But everywhere Wilder looked, he could not find any plants with fiery red and orange flowers sprouting from it.

Frustrated, he pauses to take a sip of the cool water of the lake when a greeting catches his attention. Lifting his head, he peers to the boy not far off calling to him. Wilder's head cants, tail wagging slowly behind him. "Howdy," he greets back, a small smile embracing his charcoal lips. "You from 'round 'ere?" Wilder asks as he steps away from the lake's edge to move his way closer to the blue and tan swathed male.

WILDER

It took a moment for the other wolf to notice him, and Kes took note of the strange colouration of the other wolf. Their coat was tones of mud and moss, and he had a feeling they would blend well into a tropical setting. When the other wolf looked at him, Kes would see a bright red gaze.

“Pretty close to it” Kes agreed easily. There was no point in hiding it, when the Armada wolf caught the scent on him it would be pretty obvious the pack that matched his scent make up was just behind him. He nodded his nose in the direction of the Raiders Hallow

"Speech"

The stranger replies, muzzle pointing to the clearly marked territory line of the Raider's. Ah, yes, he had been warned about those folk. Best to keep his distance unless he wanted trouble. Unlike most of the Armada folk though, Wilder didn't mind a tussle or two, but today's journey wasn't for stirring the pot. No, he had job to do and that was what would happen. So he nods, his smile still on his face as a light goes off in his tiny brain.

"You wouldn' happen to know where I can find somethin' called Bloodflower, would ya?" Wilder asks, gaze lingering on the wolf for a moment before he begins to look around once more. "I ain' even sure it grows here," he mentions, feeling defeated as he noses his way through some reeds a foot or so away from the watery shore of the lake. All he can smell are weeds and trees, maybe some squirrels and definitely duck, but the particular smell of this particular plant was not showing up. "Kinda startin' to think the healer sen' me on a wil' goose chase," Wilder laughs, his eyes rolling as he continues to half-mindedly search through the brush.

WILDER

Kestrel’s expression turned amused at the stranger's unexpected question. He glanced about him, nothing jumped out at him that might fit the name of the stranger's plant. “I’m sorry, i’m not a healer” he explained with a hint of amused apology.

“Perhaps he has” Kestrel added as the moss toned wolf went on to wonder if his pack's healer had led him on a wild goose chase. He didn’t know squat about the pack or its members, but it was a little amusing to think of their healer sending out this wolf to get him out from under his paws for a moment or two.


"Speech"