If he had been frank, he had started towards the mountains with an ulterior motive. He had his message to deliver, but he also sought some reprieve from the heat that had seemingly settled in over Moladion. Fledge had not expected the heat, and he had never been a wolf to handle it all that well. His fur was thick and full, and even with his summer shed, it was all but claustrophobic to just exist. Shade offered a small amount of comfort, but he'd been hoping that the mountains would be cooler, as they had been all the way back in his homeland. Even in the summer there, the peaks were often capped with snow and fierce, cold winds would howl across the peaks. The memory of that made him grin as he loped onward, his chest heaving and tongue lolling as cicadas sang throughout the forests.

When he encountered what he understood to be the borders (he still often found himself completely missing the telltale signs), he came to a stop and exhaled sharply. Somewhere up there was the wolf he had a message for, but it felt disasterously rude to simply show up and call him down directly. This was a pack, after all, and he certainly had a chain of command above him. Fledge didn't want to bring unwanted attention to the wolf, Sleekwing, for whereas his son had certainly told Fledge a number of things, it certainly could not have been everything. He furrowed his brows, thinking of how to best deliver the message, or at least how to let it be known that he wished to meet with Sleekwing. It was then that he noticed a wolf in the distance, though they did not seem so aware of him. It made him grin, not out of malicious intent, but because he was truly envious of their position: sprawled out in the shade, beneath the hum of aspen leaves and a cool breeze while he stood in the sun, doing his best to avoid any rocks lest they burn his already-weary paws.

In any case, he figured they'd be a good choice. Fledge called out to the wolf, a low howl of greeting and inquiry, before he shuffled back several paces just to be particularly careful about his presence on the borders. He had heard good things about Spirane, but he had met with Israfel some seasons ago, and things could quickly change within a pack. Fledge had to maintain some caution, though he did not slink back into a defensive position. Instead, he tried his best to look open, friendly, like the kind of wolf one might want on their pack borders.