There was a call to come to another place. It was a call to come to the mountain with others. Singe did not completely understand it, did not grasp it like many others likely did. He did know it was a call to gather, and he was...curious. It was simply this curiosity that drove the white and black youth to leave the fields and travel to the mountains. It was a sunny day, and Singe would not mind if his dark brother followed him on this day to another land. He would not mind but nor is he going to go get him. Singe was often followed by Lonhro, but in this instance Singe initiated his leave independent of his shadow brother.

He was enjoying the change in weather and that it was warmer than the past few days. His legs were growing taller and stronger. He was lanky and awkward just as Lonhro had grown lanky and awkward. Yet he is indeed a child of Tobias, and muscle was beginning to form and strength was starting to take hold of him. In time, he would be in the image of perfection given to him by his sire and tempered by the fire of his mother.

He remembers the freelands and the areas where he used to live. He remembers seeing the mountain with wide eyes when he was only knee high to his mother. His mind had been taken far from it once they moved to the fields, but it came into view once again and brought a sense of awe within him. He couldn't really grasp why as he loped forward. He didn't have the words to explain it, although language was getting easier to grasp as long as he remains around the leader and her children. They talked and he began to catch on better unlike before after Sister left.

The mountain was in full view and the scent of other wolves came strongly to his nostrils. He pauses at the border, hesitant as instinct told him initially not to go forward. In fact, the alabaster male paces at the border for a moment, pausing to sniff foliage that had recently been covered in the urine of possession.

Yet his bold red eyes touched with yellow and flecked with a sickly green were attracted to movement in the field before him once he raised his head. There were others ahead, a decent amount in his mind, although he did not count the exact number. He initially feels his white hackles raising as he stands among the tall grass, far enough away to where he likely was not noticed. He was not sure how to act, what to do, are they threats? Are they weak and thus food? Are they like his shadow brothers and sisters?

After a moment of staring he hesitantly lets his black paws carry him closer. His eyes are fixated on the other wolves, wary in their gaze if only to protect himself if they decide that he is an intruder and to attack him. He was careful to watch their body language. It was the language of the girls that had him ease up slightly, his pace still slow and labored by questioning and hesitation. Eventually he would come within perhaps 10 feet or so from them, where he would stand and stare in a rather frozen state, determining if he is really welcome and if he truly understood the message to gather here, or if he made a grave mistake, in which case the 10 feet he put between him and the group should be enough room for him to flee.