They bounded southwards, at first following the misty forest of home until passing through the gate and into the Wilds. Their destination wasn't all that far this time. Not like the brisk journey he had made to the Dragons Throat, which had left him sorely tired by the time he had returned home after pushing himself and his disgruntled pair of foxes at a punishing pace—he had no desire to linger in the desert. If not for the threat of Kaos then at least for the gentle temptation of an old haunt, his feelings of nostalgia that always arose for his old herd were enough that he might have ended up staying should he have spent more time in Volterra's hospitality. He had done his job, returning the key, and left soon after. Now, however, he was taking a more leisurely jaunt down into the Grove, the Tallsun heat had brewed the Worlds Edge into a sticky humidity that he sought to escape if only for a small while. The healer headed straight for the lake in search of some respite.

However, he was not alone in this part of the world.

Sacre momentarily watched the filly from a distance, he was easily visible however, not really concealing himself in front of a rather large willow tree, as he watched the girl stop as if she'd noticed something. In that moment, the nosy healer craned his neck to try spot what it was that had so captivated her. He waited a little while longer, observing her with great curiosity as she investigated the dark object that lay at the very tips of the pool until it did something she perhaps wasn't expecting and she jumped back with a noise of surprise. Between the girl and the wiggling object, there was something rather familiar about the whole scene to the meddlesome fox-boy who decided to pick this moment as the one to get a little closer.

"Excuse me, young Princess" he said, with a rather exaggerated grandeur, it was another one of his habits, something he often did when addressing the younger citizens of Helovia. "What have you got there?" he asked, a playful smile ghosting on his lips. After hatching two rather troublesome foxes, he took a guess that it might be an egg, but he didn't say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment of surprise if it truly was what he thought it was. Speaking of foxes, the duo in question were now peering around Sacre's forelegs, watching the scene with beady eyes that burned with an insatiable curiosity.