Far past the stage of worry, Triell was starting to grieve. Nayeli and Ruiko. It wasn't even winter. What a failure he was. When had he ever been fit to lead? He should be out looking harder. There was a lot of doubt like a black cloud, eating again at his soul. Were they the same place as Ice, and Naira? Out of his reach, beyond his ability to find unless he would leave his children?

Miserable, he had sought comfort. The only place he could think of was the den, where it was still lined with Nayeli's scent. He gave himself some time to simply be in it, letting his sorrow ache from his heart, to his nose, and toes trying to will himself to sleep, imagine them coming home.

He wasn't sure what outside grabbed was his attention. Eyes fluttered open, and he pushed himself from his stomach. Black nose twitched, noticing @Oliver's scent. It was not like him to hang around here. Suffocating a sigh, Triell grunted, making his way to the bright light. Much he wanted to say something, he didn't, he stood there, trying to let his eyes adjust. Vaguely seeing his pack mate.

Somewhere in his foggy mind it dawned on him he should have made a bit more of an effort to announce his presence. It was a bit too late, and did not seem to matter as Oliver began to share some interesting news.

Luckily, the rapidness and upbeat to the subordinate's voice was enough to capture Triell's attention, holding him to the present. It took the leader's mind to grasp the whole concept Oliver was getting out. Medicine. Lady named Andromache. Those were clear. New pack on the mountain lead by Athena, made a faint scowl cast over his vibrant eyes. It wasn't that he didn't like Athena, but he figured her good as dead. Would she really want to be allies?

"Well that's good," he managed to pull word for word from his lips. He was staring hard at naked branch in the distant, letting himself go over some memories. Rather not wanting to give Oliver a heart attack, he forced his expression blank. (Though these days it took less effort than usual). "But does this Athena know what pack she'll be allying with? Or is this just an idea to see if both parities are in agreement of a neutral arrangement?" With the winter hunt it didn't seem all bad to be on good terms if another pack was going to be over here. Would it work?

Shutting his eyes, there was nothing but a gentle wind, and Oliver's breathing accompanied by his own to tamper with his ears. But he felt like there was much more consuming him, pulling him in different pieces. If he fell apart, who would put him back together again?

The Tainn made better point to look into Oliver's brown eyes. He hadn't even realized he had mispoken. But seemed to grasp what Oliver, soon to be medic, was telling him. How, his undivided attention would be best. This really wasn't as bad as Triell could imagine it to be. He hadn't said Rhysis. There was worse.

"No, I'm sorry Oliver. There's just a lot on my mind," he muttered, flattening his ears, suppressing the memory. That Triell wasn't exactly here. "It's just if this is the same Athena I know, I'm not sure how it will all turn out. We weren't exactly the best of friends nor enemies. More of a erm... mixed history. But considering how last winter was, and way we are with the Glen I guess it won't hurt if this..Roma sets up a meeting." The Tainn offered a brief smile, more certain that was all to be done. He was curious. "Is it this side of the mountain to be sure?"

"Very well," he rumbled, trying not to think of this as another disaster. No wolf had ever intmidated him, and Athena would likely be building a pack from scratch. What would she expect in return if they were allies? Would it be worth it? The news of Magnolia's Glen move had yet to reach him, but as of now he didn't mind the idea that the Bend wolves had the upper hand over here.

"Yes, and it's not a very good sign so I'm glad you decided to join." Triell gave him a genuine smile, but with a sway of his tail, roughly shook out his coat. "I have some things I better get done." He nodded his head in a silent good bye, drifting away to only be more alone with his thoughts.