"Ahhrr," he half mumbled, half growled letting it rumble from deep from his chest, humming along his throat. He jerked backward from the sharp yellow teeth, and than leaped forward giving a snap of his own fangs in warning. "Just you bite me again," he grumbled with a raised lip at the fat vole who insisted on attacking the river wolf. It let out it's own distaste, crouched low ready to strike Triell's tender nose. "I don't think so," he said shifting upward just in time to protect himself. The vole didn't retaliate it strike again, this time at his limb. A sharp bark from the tiny pricks of pain, he jerked his foot snapping inches from the vole's face. It squealed, but landed on it's feet still not thinking about running. Triell was done playing. He jerked forward in a teasing move, and than struck the vole onto it's pack with a flick of his wrist. Before the vole could right himself, the wolf grabbed him in his teeth, and bit hard before throwing it into the air. It made no sound, but wiggled it's limbs wishing to hit earth. Triell was ready, and caught the miserable creature in his teeth, and this time he gave a killing blow crushing it's vital organs until he was certain it was dead. A grunt of his pleasure he clung to the fur ball, and started trotting through the grove ready to take his new kill back for one of the pups.

He enjoyed the stroll as the grove was one of his favorite places to be. His mind shuffling thoughts of sleeping, or catching something for himself to eat he was interrupted by a female's howl. What the hell? Chin lifted, his wide ears rotating before cupping forward listening to her message. Another girl wishing to join? He was beginning to wonder what it would be like if Swift River was overran with females. The idea didn't sound appealing to him, or maybe it just threw him off. There had always been more males, it would be weird to be outnumbered. A sigh he changed coarse letting the sound lead him to this girl.

He weaved through the tangled grove knowing it by heart. His kill in his jaws he lingered in cover watching the gray wolf for a moment. She was not past the borders, and she was no small thing for sure. He did not see anyone else around. Well he supposed he should welcome her until Indru or Corinna arrived.

He shifted from his hiding spot, coming into the open. He kept his head, and tail raised just barely to show he could mean business. It was clear he was no the leader of this pack. He dropped the vole, stepping over it, and closer to her."You hoping to join the river pack?" He asked with a quirked brow, his bright yellow eyes drifting over her figure. She didn't seem in poor shape, or mangled with scars. He let his eyes meet hers soon enough, waiting for an answer.

Respectful and no mood swings. Maybe, it'd be good to have her around, but he wasn't sure if he believed in first impressions. Sometimes they counted, and sometimes they didn't. It wasn't really up to him to judge if she had place or not. Or not really. He may know Indru trusted him, but it wasn't his place to accept loners. He would put in a good word if it seemed like the right thing.

His stance shifted, the bulk of his muscles not as tight as they had been. When her tail wagged he had to keep his own still, knowing he easily picked up energy of another. He wanted to put on a friendly, but strong impression. He was having a hard time staying between the two. Sometimes he didn't know how Indru or Ruiko wanted to be a leader. The endless tasks put him off the notion he would one day want the same.

A very small smile coaxed on his dark lips, and he nodded his head. "If you're always this respectful, and nice I don't see why not." He said, his playful tone as it often times were, sounding somewhat loud amongst the quiet grove. He was trying to be nice, and welcoming. "Is there a reason, or something you wish to know before I call for one of my leaders?"

Drawn here. There was definitely something about the grove. It was different with it's silent force, and soothing depths. It was often the first refuge from the harsh mountain landscape were most loners entered. He sometimes wondered if that's why he didn't happen to get lost a lot as a boy. So he didn't think it sounded silly about it beckoning her here. He dipped his muzzle, his hindquarters shifting as he looked past her into the foliage. "It does do that," he spoke, wondering what she might have felt. It was to intimate of a request for a stranger.

She listed her talents, and his composure was blank quietly listening. If what she said was true she would be a good member to have. They didn't have a healer, and the sense she looked after little ones was a plus too. His ears settling back he collected his own thoughts. "The pack isn't large to me, but we're all strong. My leaders are a good pair of wolves, fair, and fierce." He grinned while his tail gave a wag. They were all a pretty good team, even without his brothers, and Volkan.

"I'm Triell by the way. Triell Tainn. If it was up to me I'd let you stay." He then threw back his head, and let out a loud, deep and long howl for either Indru or Corinna. A new wolf was here, requesting acceptance.

"I left my old pack because it was too large..." He lifted his head in surprise, briefly noting her small smile. It was a good bit of information to know as he had felt she was hoping for the opposite. All more for him not to make assumptions, there was never a real way to know when right or wrong. Though it wasn't like he lied about Swift River. He'd never been much for bending and stretching the truth. It never turned out very good.

"Oh, maybe here will suit you well then," he replied giving a smile in return. Now, if only to know if someone had heard him. He was sure his call had been loud enough to call attention to the area. The pups though strange it was were very close to being a year now, and he was aware they didn't quite need the twenty four hour surveillance.He relaxed his muscles, and let out a quiet breath. They'd have to play the waiting game, and see how it went.

The very light crunch of snow caught his attention, sounding Corinna's arrival. Respectfully he made sure to keep himself lower than she was. It wasn't to hard to let his head, and ears bend down showing the respect he had for his leader, and sister-in-law. Her first greeting he did smile in return, and his tail beat harshly against the ground. She looked much better in the time since Swift River had been restored, and he was happy for it. He once glanced to Naira, waiting for either her or Cori to speak. It was Cori first, and it surprised him. There was a warmth of pride in him all the same, like when Indru complimented him. His face grew serious. "I believe she'd do well in our ranks. She knows about healing, and didn't mistake were are markers are like most," he offered with a partial grin to both females. Ultimately he didn't want to add more, feeling it wasn't quite his place to speak for Naira entirely.

He thought he summed up by his words, and actions. Naira had been respectful, quiet, and thoughtful. With her knowledge, and maturity she'd be nice to have around. He could see her getting along with the close bonds of Swift River, and she hadn't trespassed like so many other loners. He let his eyes fall to Cori trying to judge what she may think of what he said. And at the same time he hoped Naira hadn't minded his choice of words.