The trip felt like forever. His concept of time had warped significantly since his mother's death and imprisonment. He didn't count when the sun rose and fell. He didn't pay attention to if he slept, how long, if it was light or dark when he did. No, time was morphed, and all he knew that was that they had finally made it to the fields. Undyne said that they had made it but that he should go ahead into the field. She was not well. She had an injury and he needed to bring her help.
It was hard to go forward on his own, but the small male did upon his white paws. It was daytime now, so he was not as scared, but it was still nerve wracking. However, the scent of Aster is what drove him forward without Undyne. Without her scent, and that scent of Halcyon, he would have simply huddled until someone found them. But when he caught their scent on the border, he felt himself start shaking more, but with excitement this time. It was like he was about to be born again.
Nervously he stepped forward into the fields. He stopped, ears pricked forward for a moment to listen. He only heard the sound of wind upon the grass. He pushed his ears against his head and darted forward like a scared fox.
He could not see anyone in the immediate area, and he realizes now how large the grass field was. He stopped again, whining to himself as he sunk into the tall grass. He remained crouched, shaking nervously as he simply felt the urge to stay perfectly still and hidden. He wanted to see his sister so badly, but in the end his own mind forced him to stay put after a moment of moving forward by himself. After many minutes, he lifted his head and turned to look behind him where he came from, hoping Undyne was coming. She was not to be seen and he whined again as he fell to a crouch again. He began to breath heavily and quickly. His eyes were wide and wildly looking around, but only seeing the tall grass around him. He didn't know what to do.
After many moments of this, he finally lifted his head. A weak and short howl came from his white muzzle, before it shot back down and he buried his head in the tall grass. He was so terrified that he never pushed his paws onto his closed eyes. At first glace, due to the tall grass, one might not be able to see him, but perhaps the disturbance the evenness of the grass surface. He was too scared to run back, and too scared to go forward.