"It's called Swift River, and believe me when I say you'd be more harmed then any of them." His gaze narrowed, but he didn't return the growl, not yet any way. His anger burned beneath the black surface, vivid in his dark yellow eyes as he was holding it back not to let it get the best of him. It never ended well when his temper flared.

"I can't take you up on your offer, if anything I'll warn you keep off those grounds unless you have some sort of death wish." He was sure he had found the rabbit burrow any way, as that's all he did was walk the grounds of the river, trying to find something new. He didn't take lightly that she had been there, or her words of harming. "If you want to do me a favor, why don't you ask about something else."

Her demeanor changed, but the yearling welcomed the change. He wasn't trying to piss her off. He nodded his head at her apoligy, ears popping forward at her hundreth sneeze. "You allergic to something?" He asked, cocking his head slightly,wondering if it was a nervous tick she had going on.

"I'm Triell, Triell Tainn. You?" He obliged hoping it might prove he wasn't a brat, and in turn hoping to hear what she went by. He wasn't about to trust her, but it was a friendlier start.

A laugh? Wow, he didn't expect that, it as much better than offending her again. "Awe," the short sound was uttered, understanding what it must be like in a new place. It was what he had probably felt like as a child, all the scents pulling this way, and that. Very confusing to say the least. "Well, if your paticularly wondering about somewhere I might be able to help." He offered a bit of kindess, in case she wanted to further her knowledge about Relic Lore.

"Candence," he said it without her last name, "welcome to Relic Lore." Suddenly a falling branch caught his attention, he flinched momentarily, his curious eyes falling upon her old wound.

Black shoulders gave a shrug. She was slightly churlish in his opinion, but he was merely humoring her. "Your scars, your business." He answered, keeping his voice indifferent. Topaz colored eyes looked her over closely. "Is there something else your wondering?" He inquired, feeling there might be more reason than she was letting on.

Her own surprise didn't go unoticed either. He briefly wondered if anyone had treated her kindly, or if she was often meet with sharp teeth. The male held his tongue, he really was trying to find out why she was here, what she wanted to accomplish.

"You'll have to talk to my brother Indru, or his mate Cori. They're the leaders of Swift River, and you'd have to be very respectful if you want join." He understood the winter to be hard, and couldn't blame her wanting to find a pack. But he doubted if she didn't hold her attitude Indru or Corinna would be impressed; they would likely rather scare her away then deal with it. He was by no means going to talk her up. She had offered herself in a better light, but how long would it last?

The code of the wolf was submission. Knowing when to keep your head down, and your words to yourself. He might be family of the Swift River leaders, but he knew how to show his respect to those above him. Could she? "If your humble I bet any pack would let you in." He was quick to add. If a loner showed promise, and was mindful of their manners it would be a win win for everyone to have them join "I best be on my way, good luck to you," he turned, and strode by to Swift River hoping the lady would stay out of trouble.