He could do this. Training puppies really couldn't be that hard, right? Plus, he was an avid hunter. Knowing all the ups and downs and intricacies that came with hunting made him the expert he was. It was the whole wrangling puppies part that he wasn't so sure of. Yet, Wilder enjoyed a challenge and with the help of his odd and creepy companion, he sets out for the small wooded area just to the east of the Col. Not quite in the diseased part of Mile-High Woods, but wooded enough that there would be cover for the training session.

Placing the massive horned toad down on one end of the clearing, Wilder tosses him a hearty bug to nibble on for now. Walking back to the other side of the clearing, he lifts his head and lets loose a beckoning call for the pups interested in hunting.

"Wilder"

Citadel trotted down into the Col as the sound of a howl hit the sky. A call summoning him and his siblings. Someone who wasn't their parents. The excitement if that raced through him and shot forward - immediately stumbling on his oversized paws. He was only half way down the incline, and the rest of his descend involved a great deal of rolling.


He would have made it all the way down to the end that way if it wasn't for his best sitting near the bottom. Angling himself into the pups path, Citadel collided against him and came to a halt. “Ow.” He said, which he thought described that pretty well. He climbed back to his paws with a sigh and tried again. Racing a little more carefully into the clearing where they had been called to.