As the afternoon wore on, Sleekwing continued his movement through the territory. He'd made his way down to slightly lower elevation by the time that Yuki came across him, and he found himself equally surprised by her appearance as she had at coming across him. Perhaps he really was starting to lose his edge, only hearing her approach above the sounds of his own footfalls and his surroundings moments before she came into sight. His head lifted slightly, ears thrusting forward as he came to a standstill. Cerulean blue eyes haloed in violet considered her for a moment, not recognizing her as a member of the pack that he'd met before. As she dropped her posture, tail brushing the ground in a clearly submissive posture, Sleekwing regained his own composure and smiled down at the younger female.

Although Sleekwing had lived the majority of his years as a warrior, he was of a more genteel variety than most. He did not lust for battle, instead choosing an honorable path in life, wishing only to ensure the safety of the pack he had devoted his entire life to. That this young woman had managed to come so far into the pack lands without raising some kind of notice from border patrols or scouts concerned him a bit. But he also liked to think he was a fairly good judge of character, and by her reaction to realizing she was - in so many words - busted for trespassing, he didn't think she posed any kind of threat to the pack. Whatever else might be going on in Moladion, this shewolf clearly wasn't part of it. And a moment longer and a pair of flared nostrils allowed him to recognize the scent of Spirane's longest ally, Diveen, upon her fur.

His brows rose as she began to speak circles around herself, and he chuckled lightly. "You're not in trouble, miss," he said, by way of curbing her apologies and hopefully offering her the opportunity to take a breath. "You are...well within Spirane's boundaries," he said with a knowing smirk, "but why don't we see about finding whoever it was you were looking for? I'm Sleekwing, by the way." He waited patiently for her to introduce herself, and explain who she might be looking for. He didn't doubt her honestly - her body language was too transparent for outright lies - but a name of one of his pack mates would only further solidify the validity of her story. And spending the early evening escorting this young lady through the pack lands was certainly better than continuing his lonely wandering, right?