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Perhaps not visibly, but Moonstride was trying a little harder than usual to offer supportive compliment towards Snowpeak's flying. After all, she was no expert in teacher nor ever though of being one and, in that regard, she always had a particular respect towards Minders and Teachers for being able to manage so many crazy little fledglings (her included) and still have them turn out okay. However, perhaps she understood their reasons for enjoying their work. She watched Snowpeak take off a lot better than the last hop they did. As expected, he landed fairly evenly and she could not help but smile slightly (noticeable only but the slight shift of her beak), somewhat proud towards his accomplishment.

Just as she was about to take off and cross the distance herself, she managed to catch a glimpse of the fledgling's excited expression and then nothing. The feathers on her body flattened and tightened against her body, suddenly alarmed by the figure's sudden disappearance into the some branches and leaves below. Without a second thought, she dove after the falling form.

Her wings were tucked into thin V's at her side in hopes of actually catching up with the fledgling. It took a second or two to pull up along side and she turned to figure out how to push Snowpeak in the right direction or so. There seemed to be, from what Moon could see, a fairly large branch a small stretch below them; however, also a little off to the side. "There!" She called out, fairly sure he would understand her to some degree. But, could he make it without her help?

Moonstride could just barely make out the dirt of the forest floor through the thin, swaying arms of the trees. The panic that would normally envelope a sentinel's mind had no place in an Elite's schooled frame. She had improvised a slight plan in the seconds it took them too fall. Actually, it was all created more by instinct than actual thinking. "You will," the Elite replied to Snowpeak quite harshly and pressed those two words towards him in the form of a command.

The larger body swept lower than the falling fledgling, which wasn't hard now that his flapping gave him some way to break the frightening speed of the fall, and shift her position so that she was slightly under his body. Her muscles braced for impact and she changed her directly again by arching her back, lowering her head, spreading her large wings and making sweeping flaps against gravity to propel her up. The direction of his fall should cause him to run right into her, if her wings and body hold out. She could only hope that her body created enough force from the bottom to slow his decent in time for him to actually make it to the branch indicated.

The impact was slightly more painful than she had anticipated; however, she merely grinded her beak and pressed on until she was sure, from the little plop sound of his landing, that he made it relitavely safely. Moonstride then let herself drop a few wing-spans to avoid hitting the branch before easing back into flight. She made a circle around the chosen tree, letting her wings taste the familiar sweetness of open flight before returning back to the fledgling's side. She eased her body back; wings spread, and reached out to land besides him. The branch shifted slightly at her added weight.

As soon as she tucked her wings in neatly, she turned to face him fully and proceeded to give him a good search-though. "Now then, let's see the damage." Just in case, she decided to go through the whole check, "Now, stretch your wings, give them a good flap, turn your head, check your tail, stretch your feet out, and see if anything hurts or isn't moving properly." As soon as her schooled disciplines were addressed, her mind was then allowed the trouble of worrying over Snowpeak.

The Elite was taken back for a moment and only had the mind to blink as the panic-stricken fledgling proceeded to ask her if she was 'alright'. For some reason, this came to her as quite a shock and she was actually rendered speechless. Usually, on missions, her own safety was fairly far down the list of worries and, unless her wings or sense were damaged, she only took the time to examine the full extent of her injures when back from those missions. Not the mention, once she became full-fledged Elite, no one really concerned themselves enough to ask her about her well-being. Usually in there minds, Elites were so far above the average sentinel, those others considered her as invincible which was barely accurate.

As he finished speaking there was a silence. Then, Moonstride did the only thing she could thing of; she laughed. Considering how cold and difficult her personality was, the older sentinel's laughter was a surprisingly light and bubbly sound. She just couldn't hold herself any longer and nearly slipped off the branch from her shuttering chuckles. It took her a few more seconds to get herself to stop and compose herself before she was able to turn towards him with a light but also straighter expression. "You are such an odd little one," She huffed in amusement.

"I think it's safe now to assume you're thinking fine after that graceful fall and don't worry, I'm going to assume you don't fall like this often or else you wouldn't be here right now," Obviously, Moon was in oddly good spirits at the moment. She seemed the edge down her critical eye partly to keep the fledgling from beating himself up too badly and partly because she felt like it. She stretched out her muscles, trying to figure out how her body felt so relaxed at the moment. Perhaps a good laugh was just what she needing in her dreary life.

Moonstride remained quiet through his remark, perhaps sensing that the fledging preferred it that way for the moment. She let an out a steady breath to clear her head and to ease the adrenaline that was still lingering in her blood. It then took her a second or two to realize Snowpeak had said something—of which she did not hear—and, before she could react, his wings were outstretched and the fledgling was off again. How good it is to be young, always ready to bounce right by up again.

The gray sentinel caught the glance Snowpeak offered her and grinned at his renewed spirits. She pushed forwards slightly, spread her large wings and took to the air to cross the short distance to the branch just a little further than the one he landing. Her eyes flickered from left to right, reassuring her mind that this was the right direction. From what she could tell by some distinct shapes of nearby trees, they were very near the encave. She turn so that she could face him. "Almost there," she spoke up over the small distance, almost sounding encouraging.

Moonstride reminded herself to keep a closer eye on the fledgling. From what she could tell, each distance traveled was taking a small toll on his unaccustomed body. However, he was doing well, not even complaining about feeling tired or anything like that. She eyed the next sturdy branch a fraction of a second before fluttering over to it. However, Snowpeak seemed to have stopped, she realized after a second of waiting. Alarmed, she whirled around expecting another fall from the young sentinel; however, he seemed to just be taking a quick rest. She let out a breath of relief.

Her icy blue eyes watched Snowpeak quietly as he spoke. She remained still and silent as he passed from one tree branch to the other a little too quickly or eagerly in comparision to the last few. A light frown passed her features before it vanished beneath a patient expression. She followed him to the next branch.

"The sun will be rising soon," she spoke up while eyeing to her right as though she could see through the trees and the exact location the light would being its dreary shine. It was hard to tell whether or not that was an answer for his question or not but she moved to the next branch without any further words. A few more trees to past and the encave should be in sight. Moon glanced back to the fledgling with a soft but unreadable expression, waiting for him to catch up.

Moonstride landed close enough on a nearby branch, allowing the perch to shift underneath her sudden added weight. She gave a quiet and thoughtful glance around the enclave; it has been quite a while since she had been here and it amused her greatly that little has changed since then, by what she remembers that is. It also seems Typhoon was missing at the moment most likely out breaking his wing searching for this little fledgling. She'll probably have to inform someone to search him out and let him know him that his charge was back safely before the day settles.

Snowpeak's question drew her back from her thoughts. She regarded him quietly for a moment. "It's Moonstride." She looked up again and quickly noticed that an adult sentinel spotted them and was making its way over. She frowned slightly, debating whether she had the patience to carry on a conversation with the minder. Moon turned back to Snowpeak. "I bid you farewell, little one, until our next meeting." Before Snowpeak could even manage a reply, the Elite had taken flight and started to disappear behind the tree trunks that flooded the forest.

It was apparent Moonstride had left without the fledgling’s name. However, perhaps she already knew it or, knowing Moon, she would know it before the second night ends.