Triell took note of his thin smile, but it seemed genuine despite how plain it appeared. There was something about Sol that struck a million questions to press on his tongue. He appeared to wear a mask, and Triell wanted to know why. What could make him want to hide from the world? What would cause that fear. He put his curiosity aside. He could not blurt questions with the excuse of not knowing better. He would be considered not just an adolescent when spring arrived.

A question to his eyes the Tainn often forgot how not many had hunted beaver, where he had grown up with them all his life. "Maybe, I can show you a beaver some time. I live that way," he motioned behind him where the grove was, "in Swift River." He brought his head back around, seeing how he took in the rest of little information. He assumed he'd likely go to the fields where most loners hunted. The mention of a pack the creamy face was no longer smooth. Had he struck a note there? Something about his past was wrong, and had him miserable by the likes of things. He kept his expression calm wondering if he might have a little more insight about this young fellow. He had chosen his words wisely, and Triell shrugged his shoulders. "Suit yourself." It was no skin off his nose, and he could understand if he didn't want to be tied down. Accilia mentioned a hunt, and Triell shifted his muzzle in her direction. He wasn't sure how well they'd do, but glanced back to Sol. "You up for it or not?" He asked, not wanting to unless it would be the three of them. That was if they could actually find something.

A hunt it was. This was bound to get interesting. Three adolescents. He tried to calculate what sort of chance they might have, and thought it slim. He supposed he was a decent enough hunter, and assumed the others had to be at some point to be alive now. Oh, boy. What had he got himself into? His own thoughts were running wild to notice Sol, or try to depict what he was doing. He could detect some sort of reluctance or fear from Accailia, and kept a wide ear in her direction. If she didn't want to be around Sol, or him why didn't she go? She had offered to hunt. He put the question to rest. If they were going to hunt they had to find something worth hunting. His chin lifted, and he too scent the air with a twitch of his black nose. His bright yellow-orange eyes lifted to the rocky crags, and around feeling there best hope was to find a goat. He hadn't hunted them much, and the idea allured him. A hunt on the mountain didn't seem like such a good idea. No, he much rather get something he was use too.


Deciding to take lead, and command he padded past the two, following the stream. He paused once, "So, I think we'll go find some beavers. There not to awfully hard to catch," he made a good point to study both their expressions, waiting for protest. Soon enough he then began to trot ahead, "Unless we catch wind of something better," he added as a last thought. He was doubtful, the deer liked to hide where it was harder to herd, chase, and even find them. There was no where he had any intention to take on an Elk without a real adult. Those things were quite large, and the fatalities higher. The caribou though yet something else that was appealing moved frequently, and were quite a ways from the creek any how. If they were even at their usual range.

Triell was usually a nice fella who could get along with just about anyone. Between Sol trying to appear indifferent, and Accailia tagging along at his hocks as if she was a meek fawn, irritation began to claw at his nerves. It was not exactly the first time he'd been annoyed with someone, but it was the first time he could feel himself want to put someone in there place. It started when Sol weaved past them, making Accailia more nervous. A low growl vibrated in his throat, and his black mane began to bristle from the heat of his agitation. This must be how Indru and Corinna felt when a wolf disrespected them. In his eyes Sol had done no different. Triell had chosen to lead because he knew the lands, and it did not go unnoticed Sol's dislike. His muscles became stiff, and his posture was anything but friendly. He didn't care Accailia had taken to following him so close, but if Sol wasn't going to listen or follow he had no mind to help out the fool.

"Good luck finding them by yourself," he called, not hiding his distaste.

Letting his ears cup forward he turned to Accailia, "I don't know why you're scared, but can you try to relax?" He asked, a small plea in the edge of his deep tone. It didn't help to feel her uneasiness, it made him more likely to snap. "Come on, we'll go this way." He jerked his chin to the Grove knowing there were beavers there as well. He quietly let out his pent up frustration in a rushed breath, turning in the direction he had come from. He wouldn't take her into Swift River land, but she could see the Grove. As for Sol, he could go get lost for all he cared.

Triell probably did seem like a proud wolf, thinking he needed to take charge. Even arrogant, and acting like he was better than the cream coated lad. He had often figured it was in his blood, his pride, and a fact of his personality he would not back down or be walked over. He knew who to respect, but Sol seemed like he needed to be taken down a notch or two. "Least I don't pretend to be what I am not," he mumbled back, caught between leaping at the wolf, and turning away before he did something he would regret. He really had no want to harm Sol, there was no real good reason to do so honestly. He was ready to move on, let the boy figure out what the world was like on his own.

It was Accailia to his great surprise, who reacted the most by Sol's actions. She was in front of him, a rough snarl tearing from her throat, and her body positioned aggressively toward the male. The Tainn became quite wide eyed by the words she yelled, and how angry the entire thing had caused her. He had to pick his jaw up, and grip it tight by the time she was done. Wait, she really wasn't going to do more than yell at him, was she? His jaws unclasped ready to intervene, nothing was worth a brawl. It was too late, she was running after the cream wolf, and trying to tackle him to the ground. What the hell?! Was there something in the water sources outside of Relic Lore or something. He was bewildered by her sudden impulse to defend him. This is why he didn't like to leave Swift River, he was bound to run into some kind of trouble. Quikcly, he took off after her, hoping to separate them before it got worse. His large frame was not in his favor.