Fighting for rank, for place was natural, but Triell hated to see the sisters fight. He had hated when his own litter mates did it, and it had been enough to bring back those memories, making him overreact. He would not be pulling them apart every second of the day. It was the middle of the night, not exactly a safe nor great place for them to be deciding who was boss. Really, would they ever be happy with who won? He could see the constant challenge, like Ruiko and Indru. It struck deep within the young man and he was not going to have his nieces doing the same thing, least not while he watched.


They both paused, staring at him as if what he said was out of the blue. He guess it was. They had probably done this a hundred times, until someone one or they were told it was enough. Their eyes meet his staring blankly, while still holding onto one another the Tainn took a deep breath. He slowly let it out to collect his words in his mind. "Look, I know there is going to be disagreements, and you two will have to figure out what's what. Not in front of me. I've seen enough of our family fight, and hurt each other," explained, in a most somber voice. One day, maybe they wouldn't have to understand, to know how that was. Or they would look back, and realize it all.


He had warned them to let go of each other, and he more playfully then he had first intended, nipped at their haunches, and then let out a woof to get their attention. "Come one girls, there are better things then fighting. Don't you want to see the rest of the Grove by moonlight?" He cocked his head, his tail above him swaying in open invitation. Surely they rather explore than fight, he had a feeling they could always do that.

Shame wanted to rise in his cheeks for making them feel like they had done wrong. Especially with the look on their faces after they let go, staring upon him...clueless as why it bothered him, why he had reacted the way he did. He would not say more, he would only further confuse them on the matter. It really should not have bothered him, but not being the parent it had alarmed him when they began pulling on each er. At least then, maybe it had struck the point. He would not want to ever see them hurting each other, and they best remember that.


Standing waiting for answer the Tainn had not noticed Aiyana trying to swat his face, nor that she was still upset. He had their attention as soon as he had spoken his invitation. A coy smile curved along his dark muzzle. Good. This he could handle better than trying to pull them off each other all the time. Surely a walk would keep their minds entranced. "Well, come then," he said, a deep chuckle echoing from his chest. He began taking up a quick walk, fast enough they might trot or run to keep up with their taller uncle. Where he was to take them, he knew. They could explore his "den" as it was not too far from here. It was just enough to let them go further, without being too far.

Long steps he tried not to move too swiftly, and often brought down his head to check on the girl's progress. "Almost there," he said, winking to both. Time to time he let his eyes rest on the stars above, and the inky coat they were swirled in. It made him miss Ozera most of all. A sigh of sorts, again he turned his head in their direction. Soon the grass reached his chest, and that meant his hollow log was only a couple bounds ahead. Letting out a woof to grab their attention, he ran quickly through the green blades, disappearing. He would then hide in the large, gray hollow remains of a tree, waiting for them to find him.

Aiyana's cry would not fall from his ears, but he would ignore it. They would have to find him, and he was sure they would.

Clever girls, he thought while swiftly trying to hold back his rising chest, the want to jump out and tackle them with wet licks. Though Triell was a bit intimidated, wondering, and fearful of what would come as they aged. He still did not have much experience with the other gender, and doubted he ever would. The Tainn could not help wonder if they would be constantly battling in competition. It was a bit strange to him, for Ioni had been the only sister who wanted to rise. That was just the way things were, and order among wolves, and they would have to decide. It had not exactly been that for him. He had not wanted to dominant, but keep his siblings together in a peaceful manner. Now? He couldn't say if he would get the Tainn itch to be the lead in a pack, or even rise much in rank. Triell liked an uncomplicated life, despite how complicated it was. Who would stand beside him. No, his heart did not want that question, and it seemed to burn away in it's hot core.

Luckily the waves of grass moved more deliberately and he knew they were coming. Come on, you can do this. He thought, knowing they had far too much energy they might as well be learning something. They were certainly close enough not to fail, and he could easily pull them back. No, he made himself wait till he saw black feathered ears, and than he let out a soft whimper as if to plead to the River princesses for running away.

It did not take them as long as he thought. He heard no direct fighting, but them working on his trail. Just like like little Aiyana came forth with a quite a look. Something he would have considerably been worried about if she was full grown, but it was endearing on her small face. No means nor want to run, his ears brushed to his head, and he did not pull back. The pinch to his nose, he had to do well not to laugh or move his tail too swiftly. "Alright Lady Aiyana, no running. What 'bout tickling?" He launched into an attack with his own nose, brushing it to her large ears, and the dip of her chin. Rissa though came in, squeezing tightly the space of his room. Triell laughed quite happily even though he saw Aiyana's sharp teeth aimed for her sister's limbs. The brown bundle was quickly off again as if something had called her.


Triell felt his muscles pause,watching Rissa exploring the grasses. A moment he watched her, checking his memory that truly nothing was out there to cause her harm. Triell had picked this place because beavers and mice were plenty and his scent was guaranteed to keep riff raff away. With a quiet sigh, his orange eyes watched Aiyana with interest. Then he let out a playful growl, and attempted to snap at the hair of her forelegs. If she insisted on fighting and snapping maybe he would have to give her a chance to take on someone bigger.