After all this time, it surprised him how he still knew where to find these lands, even if it had been a while since he’d been in them. Because he’d found the little lake he’d met that flirty wolf ages ago and had veered off towards the south, wanting to explore a bit. And wasn’t he grateful for that as he was currently settled in a lovely patch of wildflowers, herbs and other plants, simply taking in the view and smells of them all.

He’d briefly wondered what had happened to the few wolves he had met here and wondered how they were. But they all had been very brief and fleeting meetings, so they soon vanished from his mind as the wind picked up, blowing more wonderful smells past his nose and blew nicely though his coat. His bright eyes drifted around the meadow, marvelling in the abundance of all sorts of flowers and herbs. He knew a few of them, very vaguely, as his mother was a healer. Yet he dared not pick any, as his mind couldn’t recall them all so precisely like her. And yet, the herbal scent gently drifting in the air made him slightly nostalgic for her and it calmed him greatly.

Plus between the sun being nice and warm and Rayne feeling tired after his travels, he felt like he could almost take a nap...

The fae had been lounging underneath a comfortably shaded tree all afternoon, content with just watching the flowers as small gusts of wind periodically made them dance hypnotically under the warm sunlight.  She'd silently watched the older male wolf as he entered the field of herbs and blossoms, and her eyes lingered as he experienced a peaceful moment to himself. She didn't intend on keeping quiet forever, but the girl also didn't want to interrupt his few moments of tranquility. "Beautiful, isn't it?" She called casually from beneath her tree.  If the stranger wanted for some friendly conversation then he'd likely make his way over to her.  If not, hey, she wouldn't push it. "Talk" 'Think'

He gnawed on a flower as he walked along the edges of the gully, glancing down at where it dipped down lower and grew lush with tall green grasses. Some type of deer was nibbling nearby, but his gaze passed over it without a second thought. Hage wasn't here to hunt, and with the sweetness of the flower still fresh on his tongue, he didn't feel too terribly hunger to bother finding something more his size to catch. A gust of wind blew past him then, pushing the fur on his face back, and bringing with it the scent of two strange wolves. Tail lashing out behind him, brow furrowed in thought, Hage eventually changed course towards them. Perhaps they could tell him something about this place that he would find useful. It didn't take long for his silvery eyes to fall upon a large male covered in hues of red, brown and black, and although his nose told him there was a woman nearby, he couldn't quite see where she was. But he could hear her. His ears perked forward, eyes narrowing to look at where the dark hued woman lay, only visible to him due to the white patches on her coat. Not saying anything, Hage slowly made his way closer to the two, though they didn't seem close enough to be having a proper conversation yet. He wanted to hear what the other male had to say first before doing anything further.