[dohtml]It had been a lazy afternoon. Instead of killing the mice that tormented him he'd ruined what was left of their snow burrows, and chased them into the grove to seek shelter away from his prowlings. So the boy would hope. He really didn't mind the mice, or was trying to be cruel. Them moving their tunnels wouldn't hurt. There was plenty of forest they could tear up.

Late afternoon now he truelly was bored, and once again eager to explore. He made it a point not to visit his birth den. He had met a few wolves there, but he did not want to encounter any more at that place. He wanted to head out somewhere knew and wondered what was behond the Swift River. he had been to Bramble Falls to last him. Long limbs carried him swiftly away from the packlands. He recalled how Cori had spoke of Blackberry Fields. He was eager to head there, but Cori was in no shape to take him. He would have to wait till summer when the pups were ready to walk. He didn't know where it was, though the boy had walke through the field to get to Luna Hill. He figured he would go to the south. See what was there. There had to be something worth seeing.

Much energy the growing youth bounced along, waving his black banner back and forth. The river proved a bit difficult to cross, he was master of the water easily making it to the other side. Of coarse he was soaked now, and shook his coat out roughly. He would find a place to sun, and contiuned to the more open of the Wild Cherry Orchard.

Golden eyes marveled at the open trees, and there small blossoms. He really didn't know what they were, only they were beautiful. A warm wind blowing from the south, he walked a little slower the trees for company until he spied a rock for the perfect sunning spot.

[dohtml]Spring. It was finally here, and he wondered if the beautiful trees grew only flowers, maybe something more. He was sure Nija had told him about some trees that grew fruit to eat. He wasn't quite sure if it was the same thing or not. Another shake of his thinning, ebon coat he sauntered closer to the large stone. He had nothing better to do than dry off. He really wasn't cold, but the rock was just in the right amount of sun and shade. It would be a nice spot to investigate, sit quietly with his thoughts. He was going to be an uncle soon. Uncle Triell. Smirk twitched on his ebon toned lips. Would they be able to say Triell? He figured he'd be easy, and wondered if he might convince them to call Borlla, Bor. There was a small hope that she would be ready, least nice enough to welcome the little creatures into the world. Muffled sigh, he jumped on the cool rock. It was a little small for him to be laying out on, and he had to frown. He had grown so much he couldn't believe how big he was now. He actually kinda missed being a plump, ink blot.

Sighing, he chuckled to himself. Who was being a baby now? There would be pups, and he would no longer be one. He would have to take part in raising them. He wasn't sure how he'd do this. He didn't want to mess up Indru and Cori's children. He'd never taken care of babies, he'd been a baby himself. Brows narrowed against his lively, bright eyes. What was he to teach them? Could he watch them? Could he keep them safe? Tail curled around his black haunches, Ozera would help him. She was a bright lady. Surely they would all help him, not to mess up the children.

The lad didn't much like his rocky seat and leapt down. He decided to further look around, and it was than he saw a slight auburn lady. He stopped in his stride, and tried to pick up any details who this wolf might be. He wasn't sure, she did look like the lady from the mountain. Wait, did that mean Welde was here?

Uncomfertable heat shifted beneath his shoulder blades. What was her name? Adonia? Yes, that's right she had been there. Trying to sort things out. Trying to relax he planted his large paws firmly to the ground, and jaws opened for a friendly bark to spring across the ground. Now if only to know Weldering wasn't around, this wasn't a sneek attack.

Body was tensed, the adrenline threatning to start pulsing into his system. He tried to stand calmly, he had always felt Adonia didn't share Weld's opinion of the Tainn's. He would hope not. She had been trying to sort things, and if she really didn't like him she would have turned away? Or been rude? That was the logic in the lad's head.

Eyes peered around cautiously looking for the streaked wolf. His leather nose twitched, but all he could smell was Adonia, the blossoms, fresh grass....spring. Posture relaxed slightly upon hearing her friendly chuckle. He wanted to believe her words, but was unsure how good of friend she was of Welderings. Or if he might just show up unexpected like last time. Taking in a breath he pushed a smile on his face. It was mostly real, a little nerouvs perhaps, but real. He chuckled half heartedly, stopping it abuprtly. "Ah, well I suppose not now, and I hope he doesn't "pop" in. Adonia right?" He said, wanting to make sure he had remembered right. It'd be rude to remember her name wrong, and the Tainn liked to be certain of things.

[dohtml]Could he be blamed? If Weldering saw him again, with Adonia none the less, Triell was sure he'd be leaving with harsher marks Sure Triell would defend himself, but Welde was a little insane in his opinion to know what he would do again. Small frown tugged his lips down. He wanted to trust her, he just didn't want another unwelcome surpise. Tail held steady at his hocks, a sigh falling abruptly from his mouth. "I'm sorry, I belive you. I just wouldn't put anything past Weldering," he said in with soft tone, shrugging his large shoulders. It wasn't like he wanted to dislike Weldering -he just made it too easy to do otherwise. "He really doesn't like me you know," he said, a slight grin on his lips.

He really did not want to talk about Weldering. He hadn't really gotten to meet her in all the hub bub last time, and was curious what made her tick. Why she seem not to mind him despite what Weldering could have told her. Seeing her sit he figured he should to as some sign of peace. A brief look to the ground he took a seat on the warm grass. "So, not counting Weld, I haven't met a wolf from the mountain before. Do you like living up there?" He inquired, wondering what it was like, if she liked it up there, and why. That was Triell a hunger for knowledge.

[dohtml]A dark laugh burst forth. Made to dislike each other? Maybe. Triell had his reasons. He wondered if the mountain pack new of his doings, or if he told them a bunch of nonsense. Triell didn't know who the Alpha was now, not since his Uncle had depearted."You don't know the half of it." He said, he didn't grin. He wasn't sure if he wanted arguement. She had to like Weldering, and who knew if she'd believe the young Tainn if he told her. Hinds shifted.

Wide ears perched forward on his head, listening attentively. He'd only been on part of the mountain, which had not lasted long to get a real feel of the place. He didn't have an idea where the wolves lived. He tried to picture an open mountain top, but pictured it as very cold. He nodded, "My uncle Honijo found the pack, but I've never been up there. I kinda always wondered why it appealed to him. I bet the view is nice like you say. Doesn't it get cold though?" A brow inclined, he was fond of the grove, and the river. She sounded very fond not only of the place she lived, but the pack itself. Maybe he needed to meet some more mountain wolves. Even if they accepted Weldering.

He was a little surprised, but not a lot she had her own questions. "Well, I like the water so the river is pleasant. The grove, it's hard to explain. Setting foot in it you feel weird tingles in your body, but the good kind?" He said uncertain, trying to better describe what it felt like going home. She used his last name, and his jaw straightened out. He hadn't thought she'd met his brothers, or any of his sisters. He wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. He was her only expression of the Tainn name. "Oh, well there are a few of us around. My mum and dad lived in the Wildwood, the only pack for a time. My elder brother Indru is the leader of Swift River now." He stopped unsure what more to say, and slightly worried what Weldering might have told her.