Ice towered over him in his victory, a collection of warmth, silver, and white. Triell could not see his raised tail, but expected it to be a high banner of his accomplishment. Despite it all, being on the flat of his back looking up he really wasn't mad. A bit disappointed it hadn't lead to Ice asking to give, or a tie. It felt good on the ground, his mouth opening while he caught his breath.


He winced at the wet lick, though it was nothing painful. He ruffled the back of his head deeper against his pillow. Triell laughed, only after bumping his cold,wet nose to the underside of Ice's chin. It was meant of an answer of yes, with respect to the man above him in more then one way. "Yes," he stated, thinking that was more painful to admit. He hung on to the impulse to grab the lengthy skin beneath Ice's neck, but the silvery wolf moved in time. Triell did not want to get up surprisingly, he stared at the sky a bit longer, at last sealing his black lips. The he hadn't really been worn by the ordeal, he felt tired from everything else, as if it sucked the life from him instead. Deciding he best get up, he made a grumble, rolling to his side, and then to a stand. He stretched his neck, popping some bones, and gave a flick of his tail. He simply watched Ice wondering what on earth he was thinking, and why he had to grin about it. Triell assumed it was because he had won this wrestling match, when he went to make a comment the wolf's voice broke out over the river. there was something different to it.


His dark ears cocked in his direction, he slowly started to walk closer. He was listening, letting his eyes slip to the surface beneath his paws. A raised chin, but limp tail he paused just to Ice's flank. He wondered if he was talking about Rhysis, or something in general. Seeing evil, instead of it being an inward disease that consumed everything. "I think it would be nice if wolves had to wear evil on their coats, but that's not the way it works." He stepped closer, wondering what Ice tended to brood about, if it was things like this, or if there was something specific that drove him to speak like this. "But, who doesn't question if they do something wrong? " He asked, knowing he frequently badgered himself about that issue. It was with a smirk, and bat of his tail he took a came to stand beside Ice, looking to the river. He turned his nose to the wolf's ear, "You're doing something wrong now." Triell quickly grabbed at the male's rough, just below his cheeks, attempting to pull it down because Triell did not mind getting himself wet if it meant dragging Ice along with him.

Much as Triell wanted to figure out the world, it seemed impossible just like counting every star in the heavens. Knowing what made the sun fall, and the moon rise. What made him a wolf who wanted to hunt and howl, and the elk to butt antlers and eat grass. There was too much of the world for him to grasp it all. Something he had not known as a child, but had thought growing would change that. It hadn't it. He was still left with all these questions. He gave himself some credit. He was two years old now, and that in itself he had learned a lot.

"I guess if you want to get technical," he said, the play in his voice evident. He would never make fun of the ponderings of Ice any more than the wolf would Triell's. He wasn't really sure what else to tell his friend. It was true what he said, dark and light in al souls. It was just what one was kept alive and fed.

Ice lost in thought was too easy to take advantage of. Why did it delight him so much to get Ice soaked? He could feel the panic, the drop in the large male's weight, the protest. Triell was already at a head start, and SPLASH! He chortled at the sure surprise of the silver mask, and than laughed some more in between coughs. He had taken in some water too, but it had been thoroughly worth it. Rubbing his nose to his elbow with a sniff to clear his nostrils, he only continued to chuckle. The twitch of movement he was ready to be dunked in return so he swiftly pulled his head out of Ice's reach to be thumped in the chest. "What did you expect? I have to get you swimming one day!"He barked, with a wag of his tail, smirking at the soaked male.

Triell could not contain his laughter. He was only returning the favor of besting the silver male, and oh that face he was likely never to forget Ice's expression. The dark man was ready for a returning shot, this was how the game was played. Surely, Ice wouldn't let him get away with this. A deep chuckle, and a snort Triell's paws began to dance in the water in anticipation. Come on then, the Tainn thought, lets see a water fight. With the threat Triell did not turn from the charge, he embraced it with a growl in return. Bring it on. Water flew in his face, and he closed his eyes, knowing Ice's teeth found his loose skin by his cheek. Triell fought back, pulling back, and letting his paws reach out to push away. He was caught, and began zig-zagging beside Ice like a drunk where the river started to rise. Triell knew what was in store with him, and he was only half fighting through his panting breaths.