The night was his as it often was. There were not a lot of other River wolves out and about, and he stayed clear of the lands that the loners wandered through. He saw no one except the other creatures of the dark, and he preferred it that way. The night may be alive, but it was much more calm and serene than the day. It was easy to let thoughts slip, questions come, and have musings that made no sense or held any importance. He could do so without worrying to much of prying, judging eyes. Though he doubted anyone looked down on him, sometimes he was certain he saw the question in their gazes wishing to ask of him. Triell had decided he had enough confidants, and needed no more. He really did not need to know anyone better. Naira had prove they all come and go too quickly for him to care more into anything. A sigh of nothing more than knowing he had long hours ahead he continued his patrol of the Grove.

The guardian stalked like a lonely prowler, scenting the air every so often for others. There were brief scents of beavers coming here and there to get logs for their home. There was a doe somewhere with a fawn weaving their way through the sacred grounds, but he continued on his invisible line leaving them be. He kept his fast walk he came across the trails of his pack mates, and gave them a slight huff. He was not sure where they went, and was often worried what they did beyond their home. Making enemies or making friends. Shoulders roll and he lets his weight fall to his hind legs, his yellow eyes staring upward to collection of stars. It feels him with sadness to stare, because he is still alone beneath them remembering her. A dark smile twitching on his facade he swiftly collects a trot, feeling this night would be dead.

Calls of the winged predators his ears sweep upward, and he turns his head. Another orchestra of more frightened birds triggers him to investigate. Something has woken them, and something was out there. He did not like how close it sounded to the vicinage of the den and the pups. A little quicker he trotted, being mindful of the traps of the ground, it was about then he found them; two little girls out of bed.

"Rissa, Aiyana,"he greeted, eyes flickering between his nieces, the question evident in both gaze and voice.

Triell was a little slow, and wasn't aware there was a bit of a disagreement going on between them. He was still questioned if Torrel was out here too, and if Indru or Corinna were not far behind. Black banner waved sharply at the happy greeting he was given by Rissa. She explained, his dark brows dipped, peering to Aiyana wondering if she had gotten lost. It was surely very easy, he recalled. The way the tawny pup spoke he knew it was in that certain tone of a white lie. When he peered a little more closer, Aiyana had disagreement written over her face. It took little for her to let her emotions get the best of her, leaking out in words and a snarl Triell did not expect from the dark, little lady. Then again, little girls were not all sweet, Kinis would agree. He couldn't tell if Rissa was scared, or a little worried. She insisted lost again. Aware this would likely set Aiyana off, he went to step in while saying, "Wolves see even better in the dark, but your eyes gotta grow." He thought, maybe that was enough to hold off Aiy, but he was wrong.


Another question broke from Rissa, Aiyana launched herself at her sister. Soon he was seeing a dark little blob, and a tan blob trying to rip at each other. A moment of hesitance, he was afraid if he lifted a paw it would come crushing down, it dawned on him he had to do something rather than watch a fight break out. This...it would have been much easier to break up two adult wolves!


A loud bark, a deep growl rushed between his teeth, and he pushed his way to the fighting siblings. "Aiyana and Rissa Tainn!" He exclaimed, a deep scowl working it's way across his face, he hung his head close to the pair, golden eyes flicker between them. "You let go of each other this instant, or you'll have bigger teeth in your hind ends !" This would be his first, and final warning. He didn't need them inflicting wounds on each other, and they would learn Uncle Triell had every intention of backing up a threat.