She did not seem real to him, and if she might have had a little more straggled fur he would have wondered if it was Ozera. There were things about this wolf that were different, and she was not his Zera. She was a stranger, or an odd illusion his bedraggled mind had invented. The
rain could have been literally driving him to madness. When the thunder echoed, the lighting dancing wild against the woods. It was then he suddenly wanted to run far far away, but he stood there blankly at the dark clouds for maybe the first time in awhile caught in this fear's grip.

Then he wasn't aware of anything, but a small figure poking into his neck, and chest. He snapped into realty remembering the odd little wolf who'd been picking berries. "Ahh!" He jumped on her impact, pretty much half convinced it had been lightning to strike with the way his veins sizzled with the shock of contact. Once he landed, his black nose wrinkled, and before he knew it he was demanding to know what had happened."What the hell?"

Eyes took in the sight before him, this wolf was not Ozera but another female he had met once. The one who'd been taunting Athena, and had partially joined in the scuffle with Rhysis later fleeing for safety. He did not mean to startle her, he'd only been startled himself. His dark ears flattened, feeling odd how softly spoken she was apologizing to him. She had run into him he supposed, and faintly his nostrils released a muffled snort. "It's fine, this weather isn't the best," he offered with a subtle roll of his shoulders.


Another crack of thunder, made him tuck his head lower to his body. It easily rattled his senses, but fear did not show in his eyes. He shifted his weight, peering into the wet and dark sky. It would be best to get out of the rain. His golden orange tinted eyes shifted to the older lady, noting she did not seem comfortable in the storm. He turned his head, deciding the clump of trees would do for shelter. "Shelter?" He inquired, pointing his muzzle in his choice of direction, before moving into the cover. It was strange he'd done the same thing not to long ago, but it was Rhysis he had found.

She was pretty quiet, this female. Somehow struck him odd, and almost rubbed him the wrong way. If they were about to spend time under a tree in silence he may just go mad. The longer he stared at her he realized she could very well be scared. She didn't know he was, not really. She'd seen him taunt Athena, and join in a fight. He'd even said something to her, like keeping her lips tight or something. He could not remember, it was Rhysis as always who consumed his thoughts. Maybe, that's what would kill Triell. It wouldn't be the wolf's teeth, but having every waking hour with the very thoughts of him clawing away his sanity. He jerked his head, if that might stop or slow the process. He briefly thought of other things. The cold raining thrumming down against his skin, the change in pressure, and the continuing grumble of the forest. When it was clear she wasn't about to say something, if she'd even heard him, he took up a seat beneath the branches. It offered little shelter, but it was something at least.

His warm golden-orange eyes tried to peer at her indirectly when she made her way over. he really did not know her name, and this he decided really what bothered him. It was rude not to know her name, and maybe he could share how the Creek wolves were doing. They stood there seeming to want to speak and unable until she managed it first. This brought a half smile to his dark lips. "Triell," he offered wanting to assure her. Her fear was not extremely noticeable, but just enough when he was trying to concentrate on something besides his thoughts. "You know I won't attack you, I'm sorry you were in the middle of all that...and what I said," he added, trying to keep a bold yet sincere tone.

Fear. It would not take much for it to consume him these days. It was hitting him at every corner, from every rain cloud, from every dark shadow. How he managed to stay one step ahead of it, he wouldn't know. Here now it was threatening him in her very breath. Could she really not dare trust him? He'd been against Athena and Rhysis too. He wouldn't give her a complete pass by being in his brother's pack, so maybe he shouldn't count on her doing it for him. With a quiet sniff, he wiped his running nose against his shoulder, and continued to peer out in the rain. He was close to just walking off, leaving her in peace. She was reminding him too much of Ozera, and how baffled...how distant her eyes had been. It was almost too much.


Thankfully Nina spoke up, broken from her distant reverie. In her words he felt like he had a better knowledge of who she was. Before he thought she was a bit foolish of a wolf, and full of false bravado. Apparently she didn't like the Poison Pack wolves much either, and he had to laugh. Though it was quite a bitter laugh. "Ah I see, well I don't much care for them either. I guess I could tell you that I at least left Athena with some pain by her own fault. Tried to pull her out of the fight by her tail, and pulled it pretty damn hard to get her to knock it off," he huffed, not very pleased with the turn of events. He thought for what it was worth Nina should hear of it. He let out a brief sigh, and scrunched his body into a hunch. "Rhysis, well he'll get what's coming to him I swear....." He meant every word, one way or another that wolf would pay the price. Triell only did know what it could cost him nor the Aquila man.