The female continued to do the work, and he had to bite his cheeks not to offer help--not that it mattered. He could see he was not needed or wanted and was ready to make himself scarce. This was getting a little too mushy for him, and he felt almost like he was intruding on a private moment. He lazily shifted his haunches side ways, leaning heavily on them, while letting his eyes loom above to the outreached arms of the branches of dead trees. He was still there in body, but his mind was being held by his own torments.


Dark ear twitched at mention of remedy for pain. This, this had his attention. Poor little boy nose hurt did he? Triell knew what could help, but he wasn't about to give it to him. After all this wolf needed another lesson, and it was up to him if he continued to learn the hard way. Faking a cough at the moment he planted a kiss to Narimé, he stretched to a stand. A slick grin encased his dark muzzle. "I think it's more rescuer and annoyance," he stated with an amused tone. His lips parted, in a more toothy grin, and he added, "But you can call me Triell. And,I do know something that might stop that nose from hurting, but it will come at a price."

He stifled a chuckle as Narime corrected the yearling's action. Triell anticipated Rais to make a wrong move, but he did not. Maybe, the wolf was not the sharpest, but surely not the dullest of wolves. His eyes exchanged between the two, a teasing smile lingering at his lips. They were looking to him wondering of his offer. "Well, I do you a favor and you owe me one." He explained, wondering why they were getting their furs in a bunch. It wasn't like he wanted to be payed in blood, or have the wolf get him food. He really was trying to make the boy lose face, give him a reason to snap at it's already sore muzzle. His whole attitude needed a bit of changing one way or another. If he had been better about things, Triell wouldn't care for the favor. It might just get under the yearling's skin, owing him.


"So, what will it be?" He inquired with a dark raised brow, eyes upon the boy. Dark banner curled, and uncurled behind him as he waited. Then with a shrug he stood, ready to make his leaving. He turned away from his company, slowly walking through the familiar woods. He knew where the remedy was, and made to head in that way should they follow him.

"Well come along than," he said, ready to be on his way. He wasn't sure how long he might succumb the urge to not harm Rais. His emotions were not exactly fickle, but there were a few things that could put the Tainn in an awful mood. Enough he wouldn't think twice about taking it out on the lone wolf. Narimé easily followed him, and he suspected that was the main reason the yearling did at all. Or maybe he realized his nose was not about to feel better on it's own.


Narimé began talking, and his ears bent back to listen. He first wondered how she knew, but she continued to speak it was because she had met other River wolves. "I am, Ice is a very good friend of mine actually, but I need to get to know Cali and Jessie better. I will tell them for you though." The dark wolf smiled, glad someone knew how to be polite. Golden eyes found their way to the younger man. "So, do you have a name or do I call you Pokey?" He asked, with a curious raise of his brow. He quickly looked ahead once more, continuing on his way. He knew exactly what he wanted, and it was not too far. It was only to find it.


Humming a deep song, his dark ears cupped forward listening for the creek. He could hear it's simple tune, and turned left, than right through the trees. When he spotted it he immediately began looking for hellebore. There should be some somewhere around here. "I'm looking for hellebore, it's bright green, long pointy leaves, and bunches of little flowers. It will help your pain considerably." Triell looked between his companions before heading down to the creek bank. It would be somewhere nice and wet.

He could tell the boy did not want to share his name by his careful words, but the Tainn simply nodded letting it slide. He did not know why it would matter. The last thing he wanted was to start a fight.

Orange-yellow eyes searched for the plant, he was unaware they had one less helper or he would have stopped immediately. Narimé soon came upon it, and he saw Rais make haste toward them. A raised brow, his lips shifted in a smirk. He thought he had some growing up to do, but it seemed Rais had a lot more. Giving his attention to the plant between her teeth. It looks right from what he was taught by his sister, and he swiftly nodded. "It is," he smiled, "You have a great eye." She could had heart to learn, wanting wisdom and to better herself. Triell quickly let his attention rest to Mr. Silver. Triell really did want to tell him to jab it up his nose, but it would be different words that drifted off his tongue. "You chew the roots, and swallow. Do not eat more than the size of your paw or your heart could stop,"he warned. If Rais didn't want to eat dirt with it, he could clean it for himself.

It was with a weary sigh, his dark ears coaxed back atop his skull. He should be headed for home, and turned to the girl. "It was pleasure meet you," he said then turned to Silver. "You best be on the look out for one day I will hunt you down for that favor. Until than if you experience more pain I suggest you chew, and swallow willow bark. Especially if this does not help." With a dip of his head, and twitch of his tail he settled off toward Swift River leaving the yearlings behind.

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