sorry for holding everyone up! back to @
Triell now?
Three more arrived after her, two yearlings and an age-mate to herself. Rue smiled and bobbed her head in greeting to each one, eager to became fast friends with each. Triell got to business by first introducing none other than her fine self, prompting another broad grin and glance around the group in case they weren't sure who they were talking about. She didn't miss the implication that this probably made her the newest of new newcomers - they all likely knew each other already. She looked to each in term as Triell spoke their names, immortalising them in her memory. There were an awful lot of them in this Bend... somehow both more and less than she had expected - more wolves, less Tainns. She was still getting to grips with how her expectations didn't quite line up with reality.
The quill she'd taken out to jot down her packmates' names was held tight as her uncle went on to explain, in exceptional detail, scribbling furiously with every new scrap of wisdom. She'd never hunted anything that big before, ever, and was silently grateful to Triell for his teaching. It wouldn't just be for her benefit, for the lot of them - save Triell and Serach - could only boast one or two years of age. They were all comparatively inexperienced, but none of them would have any idea just how out-of-her-depth Rue was.
When Triell mentioned the bull, her soft brown eyes went to find him out, and the sheer size of it nearly knocked the wind out of her. That was the kind of fellow living creature she was usually very good at leaving the hell alone! Sure, sometimes she would play with larger prey animals, harmless games of chicken and chase, but usually because they quickly realised she was no threat at all... and deer were rather less hostile than bobcats or bears or badgers. She swallowed.
Attention snapping back into focus as Triell continued, she fixated back on him, trying to pick up where she had left off with her notes and pretend that the prospect of hunting that bull didn't scare her at all. Triell's reassurances helped a little, but she was more effectively distracted when roles were finally dished out - and she glanced to the side to see Alastor, who would be joining herself and Triell. She liked Serach and all, but was glad she was with Triell. The guy was huge, and nothing like her dad in terms of a go-getting attitude, but everything like him in compassion - she knew he'd guide her right. As the young wolves began to move to their respective leaders, Rue trotted happily towards her uncle, shooting a wide smile at Alastor.
"Nice to meet you," she chirped, her nerves presenting far more like excitement, and waited to follow after Triell.