Partially cloudy, or partially sunny... He decided to go with the partially cloudy thought. Things were cooler when the white puffs decided to hinder the full blown blast of sunshine, which was perfectly fine with him. If that made him sound like a pessimist, it wasn't his problem. One word, let a lone a sentence could be tossed in so many ways. What was said, and heard were often two different things. He doubted he'd voice such opinion out loud. Was't like he was talking to much folk these days. Marsh flat out didn't talk, not with sound. Indru, and Cori well they had plenty to keep them busy now. He often wondered how his parents had had so many litters, and what if they had ever had more than three puppies at once. He made a small mental note to ask Indru how big a litter of puppies could be. Something else he didn't know, and was rather curious about.


This pup stuff was new to him, hell he'd been one of those little guys a year ago. The world was an open book of it's own questions. Sometimes that really bothered him, that despite his age he didn't know things. On the look, he was glad he didn't know it all nor saw how it'd be possible. What fun would that really be? Large paws lifted with purpose along the cool ground, and he smirked recalling the Trona berries. If they were named something else he still would call them that like he'd discovered something. Of coarse he wouldn't forget Adonia's part, and wondered perhaps how she was liking Swift River.
He didn't really want to fret about it. She liked it or she didn't. He kept repeating to himself, any way.


Leathery nostrils twitched, this new forest reminding him of a scent of a white wolf he'd met. He was slightly disappointed, as he wanted to find something, name it for a change. Best he could he shrugged his shoulders, and trotted along. He hadn't been to this place, and it couldn't all be pack territory. Straight away he was set to wander this unknown land. He gazed upon the tall, mighty trees, and paused to listen to a few charming birds. The lad grew hot the further he walked, and the trickle of water teased his dry throat.


Cautiously he stalked to the noise, keeping eyes wide, sometimes glimpsing to the tiny dancing of leaves just in case. He hadn't caught scent of a border, but to him that didn't mean he wouldn't run into unfriendly company. Funny thing when he caught to the small pool he saw a familiar face, asleep. A coy grin, he immediately could not let her lie there. He skipped forward, and plunged into the pool making a huge splash of cold water.

Satisfied chuckle rang from his open jaws. He had certainly hit his target, and his now wet, black banner waved to and fro with glee. Her growls were little to bother him, and he watched her face go from what the to, recognizing who the prankster was. Which really only made him laugh harder, especially because she managed to grin back. He was glad to see she wasn't go to take his playfulness the wrong way.


Wide shoulders shrugged at her inquiry, and his ears cupped forward with a curious interest. "Beats me, I didn't think wolves were so jumpy," he said, his tone evident with tease, a dare in his topaz colored eyes. Before he really could much try splash her again in an instant her ash stroked figure was coming toward him, and hit the water coating him with the cold.


"Rurrff," he managed to bark at the shock of it went down his dry spine. The chill hit his very bones, and instinctively he shook his pelt. Pink tongue lapped a few droplets from his lips, and he grinned. He was drenched, and he wanted to make sure she gained the same experience. Rearing up for a brief second, he let out a high bark, and than landed as forcefully as he could near her.

She tried to block the spray of water, but ultimately it made contact with her face again. He snickered, a sleek grin on his black muzzle. This was fun he had not had in a long time, and he was clearly enjoying himself. Chest puffed, he prepared himself, or so he thought, for another coating of water from her. He was anything, but ready for her next move. Eyes watched yet his body was frozen as she took up on hind legs, and pounced. She hit her mark at his shoulder, and caught unaware he stumbled back a few steps by the driving force. Surprise written all over his face, he tried to regain his composure with his own laugh, but all he managed was a haw. Rapidly the end of his banner gave a sudden twitch, his brows narrowed against his topaz eyes, and he gritted his teeth. Before he could think much about his move, he was propelling himself forward, toward her.

He thought first to bump back into her, but his mouth drew open ready to make a soft grab for skin if she stayed in reach. He had never play fought with a female since he had grown, and was unsure if he would make contact at all with her smokey coat. She could be much quicker than he, and his usual sparring partners.

Perhaps it was his age, or maybe it really was apart of his personality to skylark, and enjoy the game. He had been ready to meet his target, but she swiftly moved out of his reach like a graceful butterfly he could never catch. Upon his snout a single wrinkle appeared out of his loss. It smoothed quick, and the corner of his lips twitched with a coy grin hearing quite clearly her laugh of victory. She certainly proved to be a challenge, and Triell could not resist further trying to catch her. The problem was he didn't want to look like a complete idiot dancing around, unable, or at least the whole time.


Brows set against his bright gaze, and he let tipped his nose up in a playful manner, sounding out a woof. If she was going to play keep away, he supposed he might as well see how well she could skip away a second time. He stood a few seconds eyeballing her, taking a glance to the water, trying to throw her off his next move. He took a single step, his black tail waving once behind him. Than he once again zoomed forward trying to catch the ebony girl.

He saw her ungraceful step if only for a second, as he propelled himself

forward to her surprise. She tried to make a second escape, but the deep

water was on his side; she could not canter away this time. Body impacted

her lighter frame, and briefly his muscles tensed in a tight knot, afraid to

hurt her. It was too late, he couldn't pull back, and only tried not to crush

her. But what was this he was hearing? She was laughing? Rolling his

shoulder, he lifted his snout and nudged whatever part of her was near.

He was soon met with her rearing up into, and against his chest trying to

shove him away. A laugh was coaxed from his throat, and he leaned

further her way with more weight to test the barrier. Quickly as he did this

he sheepishly grinned, and pulled himself away to give her her space. She

was wet enough, and he didn't want to submerge her. Of coarse he didn't

miss a chance to shake his wet coat once more after he returned to a more stable stance.


His bright eyes focused to her pale blues, noting her expression. He could do nothing but smirk back at her. Though her words had his smirk shorten just a hair, almost something unnoticeable, so he thought, quickly snorting out of humor.

"You ain't bad yourself. I don't think anyone would tolerate getting so wet from the likes of me." He said, noting the drops falling from her ash coat where his eyes lingered for a few seconds before checking the surrounding wood. He was rather wet himself, he could feel his ink toned mane matted down, but it felt rather good on the hot summer day. "What were you doing napping here any way?" He asked, a brow raised trying to resist nudging her once more, though feeling rather playful all the same.