Should he have gone right to the mountains to deliver his message? Perhaps, and yet he had found his paws unwilling to turn towards the path immediately. From the fields, he could see the mountains still, just as he had for the last two days of travel. Everywhere within the place called Moladion, it seemed, was watched over by the mountain named Spirane.

Fledge took his time to explore the fields, content to simply bask beneath the open sky before the spring rains returned. He could sense the shift in the weather, and the birds seemed to sense it too. Whereas he had watched them as they congregated on the small island, they had suddenly decided to depart all at once. At the same time, he had felt a cold chill down his spine, and the smell of rain had begun to stir among the trees and grasses of the field. He, too, stirred. He rose, sipped from the river once more and then, he began to follow the birds' path towards where (unknown to him) the crags lay to the south.

He moved with no urgency, and was not so concerned as one might expect when it came to concealing his presence either. After all, he had not caught wind of any nearby wolves for some time, and neither bear nor cougar had lurked the field for some days if his nose could be trusted. His surprise when Terra came into view was as honest as it came.

She had been crouched, presumably ready to hunt, when the sea of grass danced in such a way that Fledge finally noticed her several yards ahead of himself. He came to a sudden halt, moved back a pace but then steadied himself. Surprise was a subdued response in a wolf such as Fledge - he had lived long enough and traveled far enough to learn how to control the little birds that fluttered against his ribcage. His head lowered slightly and his eyes quickly moved to find hers, but otherwise he remained neutral, his tail unwaving but relaxed nonetheless.

"Oh? I'm sorry," he said with a small dip of his head, though he'd not permit his body to respond in turn until he understood the stranger's intentions. He had intruded on something, though he had not taken the time to thoroughly investigate what lest she take advantage of his wandering eyes. In that, he was sorry. "I did not see you, though I am at fault for not noticing nonetheless." He was, in a sense, out of practice when it came to conversation - but then again, he had not intended to find a conversation either. So, he could do little more than wait to see how the stranger might take his arrival, and until then, he could only do his best to protect enough of himself so that he might run if he need to.