When was the last time he’d hauled himself up here? Sacre actually couldn’t remember the last time he had visited the fields above and it had been that long, in fact, he’d even forgotten how much of a time waster it was to travel up the rocky path to reach the top. He almost wanted to give up in the middle, feeling close to certain that he had no desperate need to be travelling into the heavens, but he was already half way up by the time he thought about giving up and so he might as well continue the journey. It didn’t help that there were a pair of foxes bounding in front of him, their light feet hardly touching the ground in comparison to Sacre’s burdensome plod up the hill. All in all, he was probably complaining too much, he had come to the fields to search for signs of Roux though, considering his recent results of searching, the fox-boy didn’t hold out much hope for success. Still, in his heart, there was a tiny ember of hope that simmered like a small candle light, that maybe, just maybe, Roux might be around the next corner and so, for that reason, Sacre never lingered too long in one place. The weight of the red arrow, tied messily into his tail, suddenly felt heavier as always it did when Sacre thought about his twin brother. At least it hadn't glowed... Yet. 

When at last he reached the top he halted with a great sigh of relief, enjoying the playful wind against his fatigued face whilst he caught his breath and looked around. Perhaps today might be the day he would find the familiar flicker of red in the distance and Roux would return to him. He began to plod forwards once again, regaining his composure and raising his head as the duo of foxes bounced along beside him. There was nothing but grass and leaves, mountains filled the background and— a flicker of red. Yet, this wasn't the familiar red Sacre was looking for and his heart skipped only to crash painfully back to earth a moment later. This really wasn't the blushing cherry boy from his childhood, but instead he saw a cape tied to a not so unfamiliar mare. 

Sacre blinked in surprise. Wasn't she... "Czarina?" he called out to her, inquisitively. For a moment, he didn't know where to put himself. He had no problem walking straight up to Jiji or Alysanne, but perhaps it was watching the fight earlier that made him pause before waltzing straight up to the tall, knowledgable Mountain. She could turn into a dragon and smite him at any point after all, and he was certainly no elephant shifter like Tembovu. The fox-boy bit his lip and flashed his best charming smile, walking across to greet her, his curiosity blazingly clear through his bright blue eyes. 

"It is you!" he exclaimed, as if he could have forgotten. Even afte the revealation left his mouth he could almost feel Inari's eye roll in exasperation from behind his foreleg. Ríona, on the other hand, was far too busy eyeing the cape and wondering if the lovely tall girl would mind if she played with it for a little while. "Are you well? What brings you here?" the healer asked after a prolonged moment of thinking, he had hundreds of things he could ask or say, but the fox-boy never knew where to start, especially since he didn't know the Czarina at all. Maybe she didn't want to be intruded, but Sacre feared that if he asked if she minded his company, she might rebuff him and send him away. He'd only just made it up here, hauling his ass up the stoney path, after all.