The black male strolled along the creek at a tedious pace. He had chosen to stay in Swift River,but he was second guessing himself. He missed Volkan, Kinis, and Ruiko. The first days hadn't been hard, they were starting to add up. Each day seemed longer than the next. He was very hopeful to see one of them around somewhere. He was not lucky enoug hto run into them. And he did not know where Ruiko had claimed, and the thought unsettled him. How would he see them? He'd looked in some spots in his spare time. Relic Lore was quiet vast, and the winter made it tougher to travel further. He wasn't sure to do if he did find them. He knew though he may be Ruiko's brother he would not want to trespass past his brother's borders. Surely he would have packmates who would not know who Triell was. He could visibly excogitate a fight of sorts breaking out. He did not want to start any trouble. What really scared him was could he say goodbye again.

Thoughts nagging at his mind, his bright colored eyes loomed to the gurgling water. Here at the creek it was easy to recall his encounter with another black yearling male, claiming to be Volkan's brother. What he had said, and those emotions became vivid his questions many. He stepped closer to the icey banks, and resided to his haunches just staring into the murky water. He did not know where to begin.

What he really wanted to do was fall into the snow on is back, close his eyes and rest with the cold numbing his body. Considering the length of his coat, and his mass it would take awhile. Hell, he had all day. The the young Tainn didn't move a muscle. He kept staring at the water, not really seeing anything. How long he sat he didn't know, his senses dull to the outgoings of the world. He did not know an onlooker was gazing at him not even when he lingered closer. Probably not the brighest thing, in the open sitting so close to the creek obvlious to his surroundings. He was troubled by his thoughts, and couldn't shake them. He ended up half jumping when a grey mottled fellow settled beside him. "Oi!" he said trying not to fall into the creek. He pushed off his toes settling back to his haunches. His slightly raised black mane soon falling back in place along his back. Bright eyes blinking he took a good look at his companion. He did not know his name either, but knew he was of Swift River. They had likely passed each other, but both had avoided any intial greeting. Triell felt a little guilty about that. It seemed to creep into his dark features for a second.

However, he suddenly remembered he had been asked a question. Mouth drawn open an audible sound came out, but nothing in the form of words. He shut it unsure what he wanted to say. He was a little shocked from this surprise visit. Quickly he cleared his throat, and shuffled his front paws in the snow. "I'm just missing some friends," he managed in a much better speaking tone, a quiet sigh following while his eyes looked across the creek. Where were they? There was more to his sad aura, but he wasn't sure where to begin. Would talking to someone he didn't know well help?

His snout titled back to the older male, and he took in the matching silver eyes, and many colors of his coat. He admired how different Ice's coat was as his was mostly black except for the white patch on his chest. Hardly counted as pied, it was more plain. A sheepish smile he added, "I don't think we've offically met. I'm Triell, Indru's little brother," he said letting his tail wag a couple times. Or try as it ended up hitting more on the snow bank, and stopping. He grinned further, he wasn't really little any more, but the word had come out. Younger would have been better. Oh well.

He noticed his close call had brought Ice to his feet to try and assist him. Triell imagined they both might have went in the cold creek instead, and was glad they were both warm, dry, and on the banks. He still would think of the male in a good light. It meant something when someone tried to help another. Though he was aware Indru, and Corinna would unlikely have accepted a malicious wolf in their depths, he liked froming his own opinion about things. He'd never met a wolf who joined the river pack he did't like. That was Triell. He could get along with just about anybody. If not, it wasn't because he had a stick up his hind end.

With notice to Ice's wandering gaze he didn't praticularly mind. This was their first encounter, but he was a little puzzled why he kept shifting his silver eyes around. It dawned on him he was avoiding eye contact. The thought brushed a smirk on his face. "You know, your above me, and I don't plan on challenging you..." For now. Was his after though. It didn't seem like a good idea to say it aloud. Maybe he wouldn't. It was likely Marsh he'd have to face. He actually wanted to hopefully make friends with this guy. Triell hated it when someone was uncomfortable around him. When he was a pup nobody cared, and now almost everyone was a little shifty around him. He didn't think size or age should matter, but it apparently did. He tried not to let irriation roll under his skin. It wasn't anybody's fault just life he guessed.

Luckily it wasn't too hard. A quiet sorry, Triell bobbed his head not saying much. Quickly his thick jaw went slack, and his dark eyebrows rose when Ice expressed he had never had friends. Though there was no sadness to him, it just didn't sound very wonderful. He had lots of friends/family. He preffered company over solitude. He reclamped his lips, trying to keep himself in check. He didn't want to offend him, but his brows were now creased in his puzzlement. He didn't interupt, he was watching as the creamy and gray muzzle moved. "Them? Kinda. But they aren't dead, if that's what you mean," he said, his face smoothing into a more sober expression. A filtered sigh blowing through his teeth he straightened himself out, letting his yellow-orange eyes flicker to the trickling water. "They left with my other brother, Ruko, to start a new pack. I..I actually kinda wanted to go with them, but I just...couldn't." He tried to replay what he said, had it made sense? Feeling the tension in his shoulders he lifted one giving it a quick pop. "I want to see them, I don't know where to start though. I know they're in Relic Lore but I haven't found where yet," was his depressed statement. He felt a little odd sharing this with him, at the same time he felt better just to have someone lend a listening ear.

"Ice," he stated though it was a simple thing to prounounce he did so to place it in his head not to get lost. It fit the male, not because he was cold, but his coloring reminded Triell of the dormant winter. "Likewise," he said, a half smile curving his lips. When an influx of strangers had come to Swift River he had avoided making contact with any of them. He kinda liked Ice, and if he wasn't skittering in his presence maybe they would be friends.

"So, how are you liking the grove?"

A single brow quirked, and he eyed Ice warily believing he had offended the older male. Damn,not exactly what he wanted to do. He was aware Ice could be in Swift River permanently, and if he couldn't be easy around Triell the yearling (almost two year old) would go mad. His encounter with Suvah had proved how uncomfortable he was making someone feel out of place. What Ice didn't help, it only made his mind swirl wondering what he meant by that. Suddenly the silver stare became hard, and Triell's head flinched backward, his muscles coiling beneath his dark coat. Out of instinct he about wanted to narrow his own gaze, a waring growl so close to humming in his throat. Luckily, he only flinched, and than Ice laughed catching him off guard. Heat rose in his cheeks, and an uncertain smile played on his lips. He was sure Ice was merely pulling his leg, but he couldn't recover as rapidly as he wanted. "Oh, I thought I was making you nervous or something. Apparently not," he said, cracking an opened mouth smile.

He let his eyes skip to the creek glad for the shrug instead of wonderment about it. He couldn't explain it himself. Indru was his oldest brother, and the closet thing to a father he had. They had been rather inseparable, much like Ruiko and Kinis. It wasn't he didn't like Ruiko, but even he realized what it what it would do to Indru. It was not the only thing. Leaving Cori and the pups to find Indru still had him guilty. He was trying to make up for his disappearance. He no longer felt an outsider to his family, which had started the thought in his head. No, now it was Volkan pulling his heart. Yet, the words of her brother he couldn't shake, and he clenched his jaws wishing he could find her. Surely she would sort it out...

He snapped back to attention, looking at Ice once second, and the sky the next. He was offering to see if they were south? That was kind of him, and another surprise. "Thanks man, I'd imagine they might have hints of Swift River still. Err, maybe." He said, shifting his nose in Ice's direction. There wasn't much confidence they would, but he could hope. "Ruiko's the leader, then there's my litter mate Kinis, and my...friend Volkan," he said, deciding it couldn't hurt to share their names. He had to resist describing them.

He openly laughed at Ice's expression, and his dislike for water. He meant no harm, but couldn't help it. Another wolf who didn't care to swim, and lived in Swift River. It was priceless. His laughter died, and he drew still. He thought Cori was kind a scary? His black nose wrinkled, and he tried to suppress a chuckle but it it rang out as well. He tried to stop, and started sucking in a large breath of air. He hiccuped once, and than wiped his long limb over his slight watering eyes. "Sorry, okay, let me get this straight. You don't care for water, and Corinna sorta is scary?" He gently shook his head, his grin starting to hurt his cheeks. He couldn't disagree exactly. When Cori was pissed, and particularly protective of her pups Triell wouldn't know who would dare cross her. Ice couldn't have seen her bad side, had he? Expression at last sobering, he let out a wary breath. "Cori's a mom and has been through a lot. Yes, she is very fierce," he said, awe and respect in his voice. To assure Ice he wasn't trying to be cruel, he playfully shoulder bumped him adding,"Really she's cool. When I first met her when I was a pup, I pretty much deemed her by new best friend. And water I wish I could relate there, but swimming's the best."

Blast it. Why couldn't he have stopped laughing. Soon as his eyes traced upon the silver lines of Ice he could see he wasn't taking it to well. What was worse Ice was stunned at the touch, and he could tell. He jerked back in his own defense. "Whoa, sorry mate," He said while his black ears twisted in remorse, and a frown worked it's way on it's leathery lips. "I didn't mean any harm, I just wouldn't think you could handle crossing the creeks, and river all the time if you don't like water so much," he muttered in softer tones hoping Ice would recognize his attempt to make amends for any harm he'd caused. He shifted backward, rolling his weight onto his haunches to give Ice his space. He wasn't quite sure what had happened, and hoped he'd sit back down instead of standing. It didn't look comfortable how he'd ended up after his jump. "Water's bad." The young Tainn shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes," he responded, deciding to be more agreeable. He made a mental note to try not to make the silver wolf uncomfortable, and that he may not take to teasing so well. Trielll would try to be more sympathetic for his feelings. He, himself, didn't much care for thunderstorms, and lightning and no one, no matter what would convince him other wise. He tried to suppress the memory of burnt wood, and smoke in his nostrils. He would never forget.

The yearling perked up as he explained about Corinna. So, that's what was really probably bothering Ice. Triell never thought Cori questioned his own intelligence, but he had let her down in her time of need. What could he say? He was reluctant to remedy the situation. One he wasn't sure if he could, and two, he was afraid to make it worse. If he knew Ice better maybe he would have been able to know just what he needed to hear. Ice, well, he'd never met another wolf like him. Which Triell didn't think was bad, but it just didn't give him much to go on. His black mask became thoughtful, his own breaths quiet, and steady. Think, think, think.. Corinna really couldn't think he was stupid. She wouldn't tolerate stupidity. "Hmm, you know I bet she's like me. She doesn't really know you, so she's just not sure. I doubt she thinks you're stupid. I don't think you are." he said a soft smile backing up his words, and all over expression. Ice just seemed a little awkward fitting into the river pack. They all were family, and he was the new guy. "I mean, you don't really know us either. You probably don't know what makes us tick? I guess if that makes sense? He said, drawing his words out slowly. He couldn't quite wrap his head around his own explanation either. His brows were creased wrecking havoc on his forehead. He couldn't tell if Ice understood, or if Triell was just rambling and adding to the confusion of it all.

Jumping to his feet, he shook out his coat with a rough motion. "Hey, you know what. You hungry or something? Would you dare fish, or let me catch ya one?" He asked, his usual broad smile lighting up his face. Quickly his black banner began sweeping the air behind him, and he glanced to the stream. The water was much calmer here, and he did want to make it up to Ice. Perhaps they could get to know each other better over a meal. If he had his mouth full half the time, he'd be more inclined to watch what he said, and did.