The aftermath of everything had been sitting on his mind for days...without relations here in this land, Fehrduin was suddenly more than aware of how alone he was, traveling through places he held little to no familiarity. Even after the answers provided in the second dream, the pine pelted wolf held more questions upon his thoughts than ever before. They flooded his mind, bouncing about like unruly waters in a storm. Enough so that as his gaze flicked, he came to abrupt...just in time to avoid walking right into the base of a tree. He stared at the rough pine bark before him and sighed. There had been no familiar faces. No one for him to talk to...talk....Fehrduin shook his head. That was odd enough for him. Under normal circumstances, talking to anyone was not something he usually desired. Though this situation was rather unusual to begin with. Was it really true though? If any question blazed across his mind the most, it was that...was it true? Even after a couple seasons, this land was as strange to him as ever before. It wasn't like he hadn't heard about the existence of magic before, but this felt different than his understanding of it.

For a moment, as Fehrduin tilted his head to the side to glance around the tree, he recalled the wolves of his home. Only a few appeared with clear recognition in his mind and he recalled a single face the most. She hadn't been a leader of sorts, but her claimed gifts had held the pack of his birth together for generations and...now that Fehrduin thought about it, he had recalled something she had once told him before the hunt that had landed him...here. Though in all truth of the matter, he was still trying to figure out where 'here' even was. Given those visions, it gave him a slightly better understanding. It was surely much...much...so much bigger than he imagined it to be.

The sound of a snap in the foliage had Fehrduin straighten. He had traveled quite a bit the past few days and found himself here, a little farther away from his usual jaunt. Maybe it was the distractions of his thoughts or memories of what he'd seen or even...another snap and this time, the bulk of body turned, his ears standing high, taking in a short breath and holding it fast. Yet, all that came from the brush in the shadows of the pines...was a bird. It hopped about, not minding his presence, confident enough that if he dared to approach any closer, it would easily escape. Fehrduin sighed heavily, giving a wave of a short tail and turned away, padding farther into this terrain.