Every time Triell had been on the edge of losing his temper he had put his anger away. Tragiclly he had stored it in this dark, ugly box in the confines of soul rarely understanding it's vague existence. What had been a small pebble of a cube had grown, packing away little piece by piece of madness and rage. It may have freed itself a couple times in mere sprouts, but it had grown considerable since the last time it'd been free and it was not a pretty sight. Something he hated for Ice to witness, but it another showing of his soul, his real self, and Ice was someone he trusted to see this part as well. The part of Triell that wasn't pure, and beautiful....the part of him he was afraid would win in the end. It was possible he was letting it off his leash to not only get help from Ice, but to keep it from running completely wild. The unworded curse sounds that emitted from his vocals, his chest, and his heart was nothing compared to what they could have been. What he could have been.


His fit of rage was over. He let the cold air penetrate his hot skin, he made a strong point to feel it against him, to concentrate on it's own sharpness. He pulled in very slow breathes of it, letting it slide against his throat, and his lungs raise in each new taking. When he felt more like himself, his orange tinted eyes flickered open to rest on his pack mate, his friend. Ice was not considerably looking struck down, he could see hints that what he done had affected the older male. There was something wise, and almost timeless about the silvery man. He knew things Triell did not, he saw things Triell had yet to see and grasp. A softened glint to his fiery eyes, and a slack form of relaxation to his dark visage he stepped a little closer to his fellow Swift River wolf, and let his ears perk to the gentle tone that still remained. Already calm, the simpleness, and familiar easily set him to remain level headed. He may anger he had never gone so far to be blinded by it, and react to hurting himself nor another. He glanced to the edge of the white wisps of Ice's feet, and listened.


A different outlook unfolded, and he was enlightened to what Ice had come to learn, what he had thought and felt. What maybe he had wanted to ask of Triell. The rage was still there, deep in the depths of Triell's eyes and soul as it would be until it consumed someone, but it had began to sleep, tucking itself back into it's container. He would cock his head slightly, not understanding how Ice was ever naive, but he supposed he meant he had believed Rhysis, and believing things one didn't see nor hear themselves was not a good asset. Triell put little judgement on it. He too had been hurt by the idea of Volkan Rhysis had brought her to be, and he had questioned things. Who would not believe the words of the slicked silver tongue? He knew how to paint things, and without knowing him it was hard to see the whole picture. He was silent, merely letting himself become dull not to ignite once more while Ice's voice rose, and fell quiet. He was dead quiet, and dead still until the tease had come. The Tainn chuckled with true vigor of amusement he often possessed, and strode so he was standing beside his fellow canine. "Well I guess I would not want it any other way," he said the humor from his laugh still hinting in his words. They were honest words. Who else could he count on? His brothers he was not sure what they thought on the matter, and thinking of causing them,their mates, or even worse their children grief Triell could never do. He let his nose tip upward, and stare at the magic of the sky if there was more beyond himself, and this place. His eyes faltered to the tree, and he dropped his head. More quietly, mores somberly he began, "I honestly don't know what happened between those two, but I've never seen Volkan paralyzed in horror from anything, let alone a single mention of her brother. I just know he hurt her.... body and soul in a most intimate way there is hell to pay for that." There was only an icy, coldness that clung to his words like a sharp knife blade when he finished. There was much more to be said. It was going about it from one mood, from one feeling to another.

His dark lids swept against his eyes, and he shifted his weight from front limb to front limb before deciding he should just sit down. "There is something else of coarse, when I met you it had not been long since Rhysis had put this seed of doubt in my mind about her because you see she was more than just a friend....When I looked at her I realized I never wanted to be parted from her, I saw everything different. So what he said struck deep within me, and I questioned why I felt like that, and how she felt about me if she couldn't be honest. Believe me naive must be a trait we all carry." He half snorted at himself, his stupidity, and softly grinned as he continued,"When I saw her again, there was no doubt about anything. I realized she was afraid of a lot of things, and it's hard when you're afraid. It's even harder to share fears, to share parts of yourself with someone you don't know will take them for what they are. We all have pieces we hide, not knowing who would accept them. Her past is not who she is, it's just the story of how she began. I do not want her to live in fear any more." He let his words hang in the air, feeling like he was rambling, but not sure what else to say. He had done his best to explain it, and if was asked to fill in the holes of information he would.