- If I go crazy then will you stillcall me superman?
Ice towered over him in his victory, a collection of warmth, silver, and white. Triell could not see his raised tail, but expected it to be a high banner of his accomplishment. Despite it all, being on the flat of his back looking up he really wasn't mad. A bit disappointed it hadn't lead to Ice asking to give, or a tie. It felt good on the ground, his mouth opening while he caught his breath.
He winced at the wet lick, though it was nothing painful. He ruffled the back of his head deeper against his pillow. Triell laughed, only after bumping his cold,wet nose to the underside of Ice's chin. It was meant of an answer of yes, with respect to the man above him in more then one way. "Yes," he stated, thinking that was more painful to admit. He hung on to the impulse to grab the lengthy skin beneath Ice's neck, but the silvery wolf moved in time. Triell did not want to get up surprisingly, he stared at the sky a bit longer, at last sealing his black lips. The he hadn't really been worn by the ordeal, he felt tired from everything else, as if it sucked the life from him instead. Deciding he best get up, he made a grumble, rolling to his side, and then to a stand. He stretched his neck, popping some bones, and gave a flick of his tail. He simply watched Ice wondering what on earth he was thinking, and why he had to grin about it. Triell assumed it was because he had won this wrestling match, when he went to make a comment the wolf's voice broke out over the river. there was something different to it.
His dark ears cocked in his direction, he slowly started to walk closer. He was listening, letting his eyes slip to the surface beneath his paws. A raised chin, but limp tail he paused just to Ice's flank. He wondered if he was talking about Rhysis, or something in general. Seeing evil, instead of it being an inward disease that consumed everything. "I think it would be nice if wolves had to wear evil on their coats, but that's not the way it works." He stepped closer, wondering what Ice tended to brood about, if it was things like this, or if there was something specific that drove him to speak like this. "But, who doesn't question if they do something wrong? " He asked, knowing he frequently badgered himself about that issue. It was with a smirk, and bat of his tail he took a came to stand beside Ice, looking to the river. He turned his nose to the wolf's ear, "You're doing something wrong now." Triell quickly grabbed at the male's rough, just below his cheeks, attempting to pull it down because Triell did not mind getting himself wet if it meant dragging Ice along with him.