Adonia's circumstances were a troubling thing to the lad. Coming home to find no one was around, and not knowing where they went it was a bit spooky. He, although young when the fire had struck, evenutally had come to understand why they couldn't go home, what had happened. This dissapearance of Midnight Platuea had him not only worried for the future of his friend, but what happened to such a large group of wolves, and if Swift River could be next.


When she asked for his company to the mountain he did not hesitate. He followed hoping with the pair of them they figure out something to grab some peace of mind on the matter.


Quiet the journey was, but Triell kept a steady pace following close to Adonai's path feeling quite odd for the first time he would set foot it what had been another's packlands; where once she had told him not to venture.


Nostrils breathed in the cold mountain air, his eyes wandering over the stone paths. He cast a silent look to Adonia wondering what perchance was going through her mind. But they had work to do. "Adonia, where should we start?" He inquired, giving a single tail wag ready to start looking with eyes, and nose for something that did not belong.

He stared back into her golden eyes waiting for her answer. The den site was where he would start, and he brought his chin to his chest agreeing with her. She took to moving toward the sight, quietly he stepped behind her unsure what they would find, none the less he wanted to suport her. Much ike a silent guardian he trailed close behind her, his eyes never staying on one place long as if there was a hidden danger waiting to spring. All they knew there could be. Nostrils twitch once more, the prickling sense of danger breathing down his spine. He still does not detect anything amiss, and steals a glance wondering what Adonia thinks. He doesn't ask, for once he's glad he can't read minds.


The further they step he tries breathing deeper. He keeps Adonia's bright coat in the corner of his eye, and takes short inspections trying to find something. Suddenly the foes scent catches against the still air, and his thick mane raises like thin spikes along his back. Though the mountain lion is gone, his lips pull down in distaste, and his nose wrinkles. He takes a double look, though he knows his senses are least to tell lies. "Adonia," he hisses, still not liking the thoughts running through his mind, "Do you smell that?"His question is hushed, a brow quirked as he jerks his head to the edge of rock oppisite the den site. His hackles prickle further, and he strides closer for further inspection.

His eyes stare downward at the rocky ledges, looking for corspes, but mostly

just the huge drop. He isn't sure what to think of it. One mountain lion

could not take out an entire pack. Though he had no idea how many

wolves had made up Midnight Platuea, and if they had scattered at the smell

of the beast or not. That was his short guess. He did not have to look to

know she was beside him now, breathing it in. He waited for her to say

something or tense but she did not. She looked to him, silently asking.

Brows set against his eyes, unsure what answers she wants. His lips open

just so, and he clears his throat. She didn't know what they were smelling?

Eyes softly widen, surprised she doesn't know. Niija had taught him about

the wild cats, and he was very young when he'd gotten his first glimpse.

They actually scared the hell out of him, he remembered the fear, the heat

rushing at his spine. How he had to be whisked away, and soon learned why

he had been struck with fear. Lions could do damage.


Ears slowly twist touching almost, trying to think how to explain. His face

draws up in a thougthful expression, and he answers with a dark, deep

tone, quite the oppisite of footle."It's not

like a wolf or coyote. It's bigger, lankier than us with round ears, long tail,

blond coat, and weird eyes. They call it a mountain lion, or cougar. They

hunt alone, and try to eat pups. They might fight for a kill. If you've scene a

bobcat there sorta like that, but bigger..." His words fade into

nothing, and he looks back down to the rocky ledges thinking, thinking.

Wait. "Did your leader have pups here?" He asked,

meeting her eyes for a second, before looking back to the den. That would

make a bit of sense he supposes. He lets a silent pause draw in, letting her

take it in before asking one more question."How many

pack members were there?"