Aiyana and Rissa moved forward at his urging, and the moment they left his side, Marsh's feet froze to the ground. A deep cold permeated his spine, and he wished for Ice back, to help thaw him. It was a pain like no other, watching the misery written into every line of her. Torn between fury and anguish, he stood there, accepting the silent greetings from his packmates as they arrived, each touch warming him marginally. Yet there he stood, frozen. He watched her family surround her, and though he wished to join them, a larger part of him cried out for revenge. He will not do this again. As Rhysis and Naira had once left, their scent committed to memory, the reminder of them enough to raise his hackles and raise his thirst for blood, so Indru joined them. Corinna had sung a song of misery because of Naira once, and that had been enough to warrant her blood. The sound that Indru's betrayal had drawn from her promised a terrible retribution.

Never had a wolf fallen from grace so quickly.

He felt his legs shaking. From somewhere in the territory, the howl of a packmate - a Tainn, a Tainn - struck the air, and Marsh felt a boiling kinship with its raw anger.

Blinded by it, he stepped forward and raised his head, joining his own song of anger and hurt to Hotei's. A pack was a family was a pack, and wolves who sang together were one. Swift River had suffered a terrible insult, a terrible loss, and he would sing to it.

But they were strong, too. Indru was gone, and he would not shatter them again. He sang to their future.

The day should have been something that was a faint memory. It should have been a regular day, it should have been one without meaning. It wouldn't be. It would be another day that would change him. For the worse or better it would have to be waited to see. It would leave its mark, it would once more put him in a place he did not want to be.

He could hear Corinna's heart in that song; it struck him worse than any blow, jutting into his own heart, freezing his body with anguish. His eyes sealed, and his dark muzzle was marred by a grimace. No no no no. He swiftly thought, over and over. How could he do this? Seemed like the second echo. Who would Triell be fooling? Hadn't he seen the signs? His brother starting to wander again, his departures lengthed. No, Triell had thought how could he again? There was something more to that song, that sad song of heartbreak. It was a mother's song. But...who would be gone? Instantly life seemed to shoot through him, and he threw himself onward through the grove to that awful cry.

It was not a scene his eyes wanted to behold. No, he did not want to see this again. Triell felt inclined to be there, to make up for his...

His walk his diligent, rigid as he enters the scene to see what is of his pack. Corinna looked like hell, but that was probably just a sliver of what was going on within. He did not let his eyes hold her long, he sees the small faces, and Triell wondered if he could feel the child in himself begin to writh and die. He had had to see who was here because the name Indru had become a curse, and he too would not let him back. Seeing the girls, and Fenru he guessed it was Hael and Torrel that would not return. He felt himself go numb because he would not feel his heart. No, Kinis was the last Tainn he would grieve for, and today he would think of Indru as good as dead.

Ice yes, he looked to Ice to hold his composure he looked to Aiyana, Kisla, Fenru, and Rissa. They needed him, and there was no point in chasing a cruel demon. There was no point in Triell losing himself, and losing them. The name Tainn did not need to be tainted to rust and crumble. He would show them it was a good name, and that one Tainn would be there for them. Cori needed that to, didn't she? A part of him was grateful he did not resemble Indru, and Ruiko crossed his mind. He did not see him doing any more but being angry, and trying to comfort their sister. Cori was just that, even if they did not have the same blood she counted a deal greater than others who did.

Howls were distant to his dark ears at first, and when he realized the red wolf was singining the dark song tugged at him. He was grateful for Marsh and Ice or he probably would be the little boy without his own father again...without anyone. The black wolf raised his mouth, and added to it with his own deep voice of betrayel, loss, but it came out in the end as if a triumph was to come. He would not be defeated, there would be no more suffering.