Inaria had been invaded, and the guards had let them in.  This "party" had been announced, and as the hosts, Inarians were briefed through the grapevine.  Normally Trill would have dragged Birch along with her to gawk at the visitors, but she was still feeling guilty for her last escapade, and had since been avoiding her brother's company.  Birch deserved a break, and a break from her was probably the best break she could give him.  Felix would be acting all official, probably parading around with his new Guard status.  Trill wasn't exactly employed yet.  The teen had recently put in an application with the Pages, intending to become a messenger.  She could blab like the best of them, so it seemed talking as a job was probably best... and... safe.  She learned early on that while she could keep up with Birch for knowledge of which herb did what, the healers were horribly traditional, and her more inventive experiments had earned her an unwelcome reputation in their midst.  Pretty much Trill wasn't supposed to be in sight of the healing dens unless she needed a healer.  Boooorrrrriiiinnnngggg.  Who else was she going to hang out with? Sitka?  HA!  If she had to walk on eggshells around the healers, it was nails with Sitka.  Everything she did went straight to dad.  And Gavin?  Who knows.  She hadn't seen him in ages.

So she'd done what she did mostly, struck out on her own.  She'd watched the arrivals from a distance, letting them all mingle before she approached.  Trill would avoid officialdom while she held no title herself.  Best not make them think she was something she wasn't.  If anything, Trill was at least honest.  Sometimes brutally so.  She spotted a male go off on his own, and decided a single visitor was probably best.  History had taught her to be wary of newcomers, and the deep gashes on the back of her neck and shoulders were a still painful reminder.  Red and angry, they were clearly still healing.  The healers gave her this smelly ointment to put on it.  She didn't like using it, and was irresponsible enough that her father had to remind her, and then practically order her, to apply it.  Trill figured the healers made it smelly on purpose, just to betray whether or not the patients were cooperating.  The only time she did it without complaint was when Birch asked her to.  While she'd been dawdling, another girl had approached. Already on course, Trill considered her options.  If she veered now, she'd be running away.  Besides, the other girl looked pretty similar to her in age, perhaps even younger.  What threat could she be? But they were already in conversation by the time she came into range.

"You could hardly bother anyone by following your directive. It would be rude to just call you pup. May I ask your name?"

"Directive?  You sound like a male on a mission."  Trill said, walking up to where he had made himself comfortable. "Trillium." She offered, coming to take a seat.

Had she been human, she would have offered him a handshake.  Connor was going to have to repeat the pleasantries of introduction, but she was present to hear Maia's.  She'd already figured out they were from different packs, but she'd yet to find out which one.  What would she say about the male from across the lines?  Alteron and Inaria weren't exactly the strongest of allies.  But then, She'd met a Stoneclaw saber recently too.  'Course, that hadn't exactly turned out well.  Her scars itched.