Breeze had felt like she needed some adventure recently. It had been quite a boring day, with nothing interesting along the borders, and it seemed as if nobody felt like doing any training exercises. So the Delta had decided to go for a run. In fact, she wanted to see some of the lands in the neutral territories. She knew there were still places she had yet to explore, and soon she found herself in a rather eerie and fascinating place. The fae immediately became very alert, her ears perked, and her eyes scanning the misty landscape. Thankfully she blended rather well into the gloomy fog, only a bit darker in color. To others she might seem like a blurred faint shadow, moving carefully with body lowered only slightly. Everything hear was hushed by the fog, and it made the grey she-wolf smile. As odd as this damp and cold stone riddled place seemed, it actually had a mysterious sense of peace to it. Of course, the muscular female was well aware that peaceful didn't mean safe. This was clearly a dangerous place, where the fog could easily hide a hostile wolf, silence the sound of pawsteps, and conceal the uneven rock beneath her paws. She would she have to not only watch her step, but be aware of her surroundings as well. Watch your step and watch your back.

As Breeze approached the large rock formations that jutted up from the mist, she was surprised to find spot a figure hiking up the treacherous sides. It seemed a bit small, but clearly a canid. Was this a younger wolf? The climber was male, that much she could tell. Scents were masked quite a bit more here, so the Delta was unsure of where this canid came from. The female stayed a safe distance away from the foot of the incline. Sitting on the damp stone didn't seem like such a good idea, so she simply stood and watched his ascent. Shortly after his slip, Breeze dashed forward go grab one of the rocks in her jaws. This one had touched his paw. The fae quickly brought it back to the spot she had been watching from and sniffed the stone, trying to figure out who the brute was. It would make her seem odd, no doubt, but she didn't care at all. It was better to know who your company was, especially in a place like this. The last thing she needed was one of Teren's minions giving her trouble.

Much to her disappointment, however, her nose didn't find much to go on. It seemed the fog had stripped most of the scent away, leaving only a faint trace of it behind. She inhaled deeply, drawing as much information from the rock as she could. He was a male yearling, that much she could detect, and yet any scent of a pack had either been to faint to linger on the stone, and erased by the mist, or this brute wasn't from a pack at all. The fae raised her head and observed the male, who had finally reached the top. She would ask this young wolf of where he was from, but not right away. I didn't come all this way for nothing. The least I can do is try to have a decent conversation with this one...but not from where I'm at now. Breeze thought. If she raised her voice to call out to him, she might startle him and cause him to fall. She might also cause a rockfall if she shouted. The grey wolf started her climb, taking her time to check her paw holds and to make sure her weight was balanced so she wouldn't fall. A few times she did slide down the steep slop a bit, but she managed to herself from tumbling of the rock. By the time she reached the top, even her rough paw pads had a few scrapes. Breeze took a couple steps and quickly laid on the cold stone to keep her center of gravity low. She gazed around for a moment, then at the brute. The Delta laughed quietly. "This isn't much of a picturesque view, now is it? Still, it's quite a thrill to hike all this way up here."

The brute had been lying down, his legs hanging over open air. Breeze had only a second to register that fact as the tawny colored male was startled. Within moments, his back half was dangling precariously in the void of space just beyond the rock bridge. All humor instantly vanished and was replaced by surprise as he clung to the stone. The dampness that clung to everything would surely make his grip fail and his pelt heavy. Her gaze met his green eyes for a second as his comment reached her ears. Whether or not it was an attempt at a joke she couldn't say. A strange canine he might seem, rather emotionless in fact, but she would not let him die. Quickly, she crept closer, reaching her neck as far as she could to grip his scruff and, leaning back onto her haunches, she slowly heaved backwards. The grey pelted female was uncomfortably aware that only a few paces behind her was the same deadly drop. She moved at an angle, trying to keep away from either edge as she pulled with all her might.  The moment he had sure footing, she would release him and move sideways, giving him space to recover. Her amber eyes flicked up to study him for a bit before diverting to observe the mist swirling over the stone around her. His lack of fear or panic had surprised her. In fact, it made her more curious about the stranger. Did he have no fear for death? Was he crazy? Perhaps, but maybe he was more like Fel. After awhile, the Delta fixed her amber orbs on the young wolf and dipped her head apologetically. "Sorry for startling you. I didn’t realize you had your legs hanging off the edge…are you alright?”