[dohtml]There was a thougthful look to his eyes. She only ensued more questions in his head. Where her first family was, why she'd come to Relic Lore. He had left the lore when he'd been young, but that had been a brief time compared to how long he'd been here now. He being so close to Indru, now the rest of the Swift River folk could have no reason to leave them. It seemed odd for Triell to ever grow up and leave this place. A soft smile twitched, this was an orchard then? She hadn't been here either. Made him feel not so young a wolf. Though, maybe she just stayed on the mountain, it had to be quite a hike. "Glad you like it here. I've been her mostly my whole life, and find something new every day. I just found this place too." Tone more cheerful, unbeat, more like the easy going lad he was. He was glad not to talk about Weldering.

Black banner beat behind him once, he bobbed his head. Yup that's what he was doing, but he let her continue. Though his face scrunched in bewilderment, and slight awe. Her coat changed colors? "Your telling me when it snows you blend in? Like - a- rabbit?" He tried to to smooth his face, feeling like a child once more, but he'd never heard of that. That would kinda be neat if anything.

"Oh the Wildwood? Um I'm sure you've seen it from the mountain, or walked throw it to get this way. It's actually the mass of forst surrounding the river, at the base of the mountain kinda. Part of it was.. struck by fire."

Triell doubted he would become bored with his home any time soon. He was sure Indru and Cori's pups would more than keep him occupied. Than there was him becoming an adult and taking on new role of life. And Relic Lore was very large for him to know every spot. Who knew what else life would throw at him. He knew hate, but he didn't know love. There were plenty of wolves he had yet to meet, new members possibly to join the pack. He was never worried he'd be bored long.


Tail brushed the ground, glad she hadn't been insulted. He hadn't been trying to be rude, but the words had blurted out the whole rabbit thing. "That's cool, I kinda wish my coat did that. I stick out in winter pretty bad." An ear drifted side ways listening to a robin call for it's mate. He kept his eyes on her pondering face. He often felt he couldn't explain himself well, but she caught the gist of what he was saying. His ears couldn't help, but droop at her question. He had been, and felt a little guilty he hadn't been back. "I have, but it's got bad memories." He stated, as if the burnt place brought bad things in his head, not that he had the bad things ingrained in it.

[dohtml]He nodded his head slowly, he hadn't much more to say on the issue. He didn't go back, because it made him sad. If he stayed away for the most part he didn't think about it. Why torture himself? The facts every time he went to pay his respects he ran into another wolf. Honestly he wanted to visit it with Indru, here what he remembered about his mum, and dad. He did not know how his elder brother felt about revisiting Hidden Tree. Head shifted down, and he scooted his rump an inch. He tried to look up, smile warmly at her kind words.


He failed, hearing the hint of her own bad experience. Ears folded back against his crown his eyes shifted upward. "I'm sorry, for whatever that may be. Is that why your here? If you don't mind a wolf askin'" He did not smile, but there was a soft look to his eyes -an understanding.

The lady's breath as stuck in her throat. The lad tried to prepare himself for the story she would tell. He had a couple images of disasters striking Adonia's family, of her siblings not getting along with her. Or her to change the subject. He would have liked to think he would have changed the subject, or drifted around the real point in her place. Feminine tone broke the temporary silence. Black, triangle points flipped upward. She did not go into details of what crime she was accused of. He believed her to be innocent, like she'd said. Yet, forced to leave home, at an age he was so close to? That seemed harsh, why hadn't her family believed her?

"I'm glad you found this place, and a new home you like," he said, trying to put things in a postive line. He smiled, and it slowly drooped. Him? He should have expected the turned question. It was a given after what he'd just asked. A puff of breath flew from his lips. He wanted to lie, but he was a bad liar. He had made up stories as a baby, but nothing believable. He had never really pictured his life any other way it'd be obvious he wasn't telling the truth.

Swallowing a titch of air he said, "Well, my parents died in a wildfire in the Wildwoods. My elder brothers took me, and my litter mates away to Swift River. We stayed there, but the water started drying up so some of us left. It came back, and we did too." His tone was rather detached, like that wasn't the story of his life. It was someone else's. Eyes blinked and he turned his head around staring off behind him. Clearing his throat he stood up. "So, this is an orchard? What kind of fruit do you think grows here?" He peered up at the blossoming branches, clear he didn't want to talk about things.

There was certain things not to talk about, not to ask. Adonia he would consider an aquaintence, but she was still much a stranger. He did not want her to be. Sure he'd met some other lone wolves, they were nothing more than brief aquaintences he'd say hi politely to if he saw again. For once he wanted for the walls not to matter, for the unwritten rules not to hold. All the same he was tired of telling everyone of his past. It made it more real, it brought back the sadness, the loss, things he did not want to think about. He didn't blame her for her words, knowing she like so many had a tender heart. He didn't want to be the boy who'd lost his parents in a fire. He was much more than that.

Seeing the awkward moment he'd created he let out a bemused snort. He stood his full heigth looking at her with a thoughtful, serious expression. "Don't worry about affending me. I have been back there, it just brings everything back to the surface when I do, like it's happening all over again. It's hard to feel all that again." He looked at her with a bleak smile, trying to assure her he was fine. Hoping it made some kind of sense. He gently cleared his throat and continued "If you want to visit I could take you there, or anywhere else in the Wildwood. I wish I could visit their graves, and just you know remember the good things feel at peace. I just don't know how."