Sága made her way south, following the base of the mountain through bright, peaceful forests, and over rubble that had long since made it's way down the slopes. The idea was to lay her scent as far and wide as possible, just in case either her family or Hudson's decided to cross the mountain, though in all honesty the silvery woman had almost no hope that it would help reunite anyone. What she truly desired was some time on her own. Hudson was great, as were the others, but she'd had almost no time to herself since waking up in this strange land. Perhaps a day or two to her thoughts could do her some good.

If Sága hadn't been looking for little pockets that might hold onto her fur, or protect her scent from the wind, she might have missed the entrance to the tunnels entirely. The way the shadows played along the rockface, twisting and turning with every curve, or sudden spike could trick the eye. Once she noticed it, however, she found her interest piqued.

Never one to deny an adventure, the Tainn woman made her way into the darkness, past a large, mostly-frozen lake, and then through a series of tunnels beyond.

Her russet-tipped ears swiveled at the sound of an, "oooOOOOoOOOOOOOOooooO," to her right.  Slightly startled, the woman took a step back before her eyes settled on the pristinely pale form of a wolf. Sunlight spilled from the ceiling, onto his coat in tiny pools, shifting with each breath that expanded his chest. They seemed to be of an age, though he stood perhaps a little taller than she did. All in all, the important thing was that he was real, and not at all some vengeful cave spirit sent by the Gods to trap her in this cave.. probably...

Saga's head cocked at his, "Oh.", feeling almost as though she had gotten in the way of something. "Oh, uh.. hello." The words fell awkwardly from her tongue. "Were.. uh... were you singing?" She certainly hoped not.  Awkwardness aside, when he didn't deign to charge at her, or offer any hostile body language she let herself settle in a neutral position, though her tail picked up a friendly wave. Perhaps he might have information on either Hudson's family or her own?

Upon his admission that he might have been singing, a giggle bubbled up from her chest and a playful smirk pulled at the corner of her maw. "I mean, I wouldn't say you were bad." Not out loud, for sure. Saga hoped that the playful lift of her paw would be enough to show the man that she was trying to laugh with him, not at him. "But I did want to know where these tunnels lead, if you're still wanting company?" She tilted her head towards the caves at the back of the chamber, signaling that perhaps they should walk. "I definitely can't compete with what you had going on before though."

Whereas she might have normally taken such a compliment in stride, Azra caught her off-guard. Blinking, the silvery fae felt a warmth creep up her neck, and spread across her cheeks. "Oh.. I uhhh..." Wow. Very eloquent. "Thank you. You too." You too? Mentally kicking herself, Saga attempted to change the subject. "You haven't uhh.. you haven't met any Macieos or Tainns, have you?" Ugh, and she had forgotten to introduce herself. Great.

She felt her heartbeat thumping against her chest as a small rush of adrenaline coursed through her veins. He knew of the Tainns, and was travelling with one? Saga tasted the air again, searching for the other scent that must be clinging to his coat, and hoping desperately to find her sister's perfume there. When she found no trace of familiarity there, she felt her tail fall, if only a fraction of an inch. So she wouldn't find her family today, that was okay. There was still tomorrow.

Her disappointment was short lived, however, as his mention of not only travelling with a Tainn, but potentially being one through mateship was intriguing indeed. "Yeah, sorry." Once again, the silvery woman felt a wave of awkwardness at skipping over her introductions. "I'm Sága Tainn." But he obviously wouldn't know her through her name alone, since she didn't know him through his, but she would get to the bottom of this. "Who are you travelling with? And who are you related through?" She didn't know the entirety of the Tainn family, of course, but her father had told her enough, and her grandfather had taught her even more.

"Yeah," Her grin shifted from playful to warm. "like a story." While she couldn't be sure what her mother's intentions were in giving her such a name, it felt somehow like she had expected Saga to be a part of a story greater than herself, or walk a path much more suited to legends, and heroes, and it felt like pressure, and high expectations, and honestly, the woman had never really been fond of any of those things. There were worse things than disappointing your parents, however.

She listened as he spoke, waiting for something to ping in her head, or for a connection to be made. Annie and Marian were names she did not recognize, and Secret Woodlands didn't sound familiar. Her brows knit together in quiet contemplation as she tried to piece together a connection. It wasn't until he mentioned Indru that the metaphorical lightbulb went off. "Oh, Triell! My great grandpa's name was Triell." While the young Tainn had never had the pleasure of meeting him, her grandfather still spoke of him. "I think they were brothers?" Or were they... cousins? Something like that.. yeah.. "And my grandpa Darrah was born in Oak Tree Bend!" But if Azra was only half-related to Indru's kids, and Corinna was his grandma then that meant that they weren't related? Right? "So that would mean that you are not my cousin, but like... my cousin's cousin?" Gods family trees were hard.