It was amazing what a whole day and night awake could do. Triell was not exactly any more rested, but he felt more alert, more himself. When another dip in his path jostled his bad shoulder, all he could do was grin like an idiot. It hurt, but it also made him feel whole and real. Wounds of all kinds, inside or out had a way of healing. Whether it was because of that he smiled, or the strange sensation he didn't question it. Besides he was continuing this way on a mission he felt was important. He couldn't merely stand around waiting to heal. He had to do something, there was drive within him to do this for his family.
Since Erebos had told him of his pack the Tainn had to see it. The probably meant a good shot from the border,make sure he was giving a good impression of his pack mates. He wanted, no, he had to know what these wolves were like, and while out here why not? Was Erebos the norm? Did he just seem like a nice fellow? There was a glitch in his memory, giving scrambled pictures of what had happened, things he thought, and a blackness of these neighbors. It merely gave a more stubborn push to his stride, stretching his long dark legs while still continuing to follow the unchanging path of the creek. He would see before he kept thinking the worst of these wolves.
As the afternoon came it carried a gentle shower of rain, and at first he thought it would impend his trek. If it picked up he wasn't going to sit in it, and hope to run into another member. While there was no more old blood upon him, he had tried his best to not look like a hobo who had lost a fight. It meant a lot to be representing Ice and Corinna, Triell didn't need any more screw ups.
The further he traveled, he had to eventually ease down. His shoulder felt like it was cramping, and he had a bit of a stagger to his gait. (Something he didn't really want) With no fresh scents drawing his attention, he had worked enough to earn a rest. Padding to the water he meant to get a drink, and sit down. His orange eyes caught something off white amongst a well sized tree. First he did a double take, thinking it might be part of the tree. There was a wolf, and by the features he could see she was feminine. He would not instantly think of Borlla, no he did not let his heart hope for such things. The chances of seeing her though higher than Ozera were slim.
"Miss?" He called, making sure he was loud and clear. Waking her might seem rude, but if she was one of the Glenn wolves it would just be creepy of him watching her sleep.
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