Tiny, little motions were in his peripheral vision checking his sister's speed, and the path ahead. Trying to at the same time, at least. She growled in return at his swipe but did nothing more then answer his question, somewhere by the water. Shrugging his large shoulders, "Probably," he replied. Heading in the direction of the river. Knowing thats where his thoughts had went. Now where were there trees near the river? Part of him doubted to really find what they were suppose to. But Borlla seemed focused on the task as he. She was in a good mood, or what Triell would call good for her. He hadn't had her company in so long, he could deal if it changed. The young wolf thought of his brother Kinis, but did not want to ask her about it. Doubting she would bat an eye over it. Oh well, it wasn't like him and Borlla would leave side by side all their lives either. That was an odd thought indeed.

Her sudden remark brought him a coy grin. Was he already pushing a button? He knew it was wrong, but had satisfaction in it. Young boys never seemed happy unless they were tormenting someone right? Especially a sister who didn't just brush it away. Huffing pack, he put on an empty look of innocence. "Okay, whatever don't get your peach all fuzzed off." He called after her, not caring what she thought of his retort. Certainly though he did not want her finding the plant on her own, and picked him his long limbs chasing after her. Maybe they should make this a contest. Coming upon her he flashed a toothy grin. "Bet I find it first!" He yelled, then zoomed on past her.

He knew she would soon catch up, but the river banks were only getting more closer to him. Orange yellow gaze rapidly started sweeping over the horizontal water. Trees, where were these trees.... A few yards upstream he noticed a bow of willows and set his coarse for them. Look over his shoulder once for the cream figure, he crunched his brows then darted for the sticks. Eyes looked for green, then dead yellow along the roots in the dead grass that entangled them.

Maybe Borlla really was in a good state of mind, or place. Whatever. Quite astonishing, but he would give her credit. She could be decent, and was proving so. Maybe he should challenge her to a wrestling match. But hey they weren't exactly kids any more, anyone could change. The young Tainn grinned to himself, Borlla a total personality change? Weirder things had happened. He would never admit it, nor the fact he was happy to know she'd made it to Relic Lore safe. Or....spending time with her. He was just as worried about her beating him, and his eyes searched desperately. Think...think..think. What had Indru said. He wished he could know what the hell, the thing smelt like. Would have helped extremely. Oh well. Maybe one day he'd need the plant, it had to be important.

Black snout snuffed through the underbrush, weaving through the willows. Dead, everything smelled dead and moist..not very pleasant. He snorted, partialy snow from his nostrils, then started walking further along the banks. Then, wait something smelt fresh? Sorta like crisp grass? Nose lead him to the scent, it actually grass that's manged to live right beneath the willow out of the snow. It was dead at the tips, but fresh at the bottom. Maybe, he'd find something. Huge paws started tearing at the limp, yellow hay. He did not disturb the earth, only raked looking over the pieces. In his haste he tore up, the Solomon's Seal plant, sending n flying behind him. Mistaking it for a small, dead tree.

This was ending up being a disheartning search. He wasn't going to go back empty handed, he was very, very eager to find this thing. He assumed if they didn't find it today, they would have to go out again. Didn't sound very fun. The sooner the better, and before Borlla. He could tell she was close by, and empty handed. He did not take his eyes from his search to see what she was doing, she could be sitting there doing nothing, all the better. Scattering the dead grass, the noise of snow clumps flying, and falling brought his black ears back. What was she doing now?

Grumbling non audible things nor understandable, he had deep wrinkles in his forehead now. Quickly she started barking his name excitely. He froze one paw off the hibernating earth. What? Turning his head around to view, he saw what prize she carried in her jaws. How they heck? He pondered, looking over the reminants. Sighing, he turned his form all the way as she giggled in triumph. "So you did find it." He muttered, a pitiful congrats, but well at least they were done.
His dark yellow eyes looked over the plant more thoughtfully. It definately was the Seal plant. Wait a...minute...wasn't it that dead tree thingy? "Where did you find it Borlla? He asked, with an interested tone.

Triell held the feeling to wrinkle his nose, and push the tip of his tongue past his teeth. Instead he sighed, "Ya, ya at least we found the silly thing." He said we without thinking, though she might notice how he pinned this into a group thing again without intention. Whatever. He wasn't going to give her a prize, and he wasn't happy she had found it. He sucked in his sour feeling, feeling the wet dirt on his nose he better be rid of that. Casually he swiped his elbow atop his snout not minding sending it in her direction.

Brows creased when she'd said it smacked her in the face. He understood how it had gotten there, but was a fight worth it? No, he decided they'd end up ripping it into shreds and starting over. "Weird," He agreed. eyeing it in her jaws. No, there was no way he could grab it. "Yes, I'm curious what this thing helps with," He rose, walking over to her and sniffing it. He then took a step back. "Shall we race or shall I escort you back?" He asked, being nice but teasing all the same.