To Fledge, Terra seemed like a kind soul, but the type of kind soul that wasn't accustomed to intentionally being kind. It was not to say that any part of her made him believe she had the capacity to be cruel but rather, he sensed a sort of detachment from her and the world around them. Wolves like that, he had learned, didn't know how to reach out and use their kindness. It simply stayed within them, trapped until the opportunity arrived. Fledge was glad that his intrusion had seemingly been an opportunity rather than a hindrance. At least, he could be a decent conversation as she had put it.

"Well, I've been a traveler for quite a few years. It was inevitable that I'd end up here one day, I think. Outside of Moladion, many wolves talk about it - or come from here," he offered with a grin. "I met a particular wolf who needed a message delivered here, in fact. So, curiosity and duty brings a wolf not of Moladion to this place." Fledge had no problem admitting his reasoning, or his duty. Messengers were valuable, and for all he knew, Terra herself might have had a message she had been meaning to send. Besides, he wondered if she had been outside of Moladion before, and if she had, where it was that she had been. Had she been a traveler too, or perhaps she had known others who had spread out beyond the region to spread tales of Moladion? He could not help but wonder if there were connections beyond their first meeting.

"Names give us our connection to our blood too, at times at least. In my homeland, my name marks me as kin to a particular family. It alone gives me rights and allowances where others lack them," he mused with a thoughtful look towards her, having seemingly been off in his own thoughts like she had been too. It did not occur to him that claiming 'rights' and 'allowances' might have given another wolf a different impression to what he had meant, but it had simply been the way of his kin: they were permitted to pass across borders where others were not, for they were messengers and a neutral party dedicated to guarding the mountains. Fledge was by no means a prince, nor even diplomatically tied to any king or queen.

"Terra is a word I have heard before. It describes a place, or rather, the very earth itself. Not the soil or rocks, but rather, the earth's very nature." He tilted his head then, but his face was still alive with a broad grin. It was a good name, and he wondered if she had been named intentionally as such. She was gold like autumn grass or the fall leaves, and gold like a winter sunrise or a summer mirage. Had her parents thoughts of all those things when they had named her?

He realized he had been looking at her for perhaps a little too long. The two of them, it seemed, were still working out the correct procedure of socializing, after all. Fledge, however, had already found her company quite endearing. However, he shook his head and lowered his nose to the ground, taking the moment to ground himself in the present time and place, and began to search for any sign of prey. When thoughts were your company for most of your days, returning to them was a difficult habit to break.