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The advice came a little late, but better late than never, Trent supposed. He carefully took another sip once he was all coughed out, only a few drops this time, which went a whole lot better. It was strange at first, but there was also a weird aftertaste -- no, afterfeeling -- that Trent couldn't help but like. He was still rather startled by Strelein's words. Surely it was just a slip of the tongue..? If it wasn't, though, Trent couldn't help but wonder, mostly about what the rest of the pack thought, and why, why had he chosen to live such a sinful life? And, ever hesitantly so, of course came another question, one less negative... Was it that good to give in to your feelings?
Looking up briefly at Strelein as he spoke again, and then averting his gaze again and folding his free arm over the one holding the bottle, Trent fidgetted, not sure how to respond. "Well, er..." Sort of, he supposed. When Strelein asked it the second time, the coywolf almost felt like he should be scared or something. "It just... Isn't it unnatural? It goes against everything that nature wants us to do, and... Against what we should do, uh, you know, morally and all." God, he sounded just like his mother (except a little less shrill and shouting, because there was no real accusation in Trent's voice), and hated himself for it. Except he'd never told her, of course; she had just gone off on him so many times for not wanting a female, a mate, a family; and that was probably also the reason why he'd never manned up and told her or his father. Again, he looked up at Strelein briefly, an apologetic and somewhat spooked expression lingering on his face. He didn't want to make Strelein feel as though his life was awful and against nature's law and that it was wrong in any way. But if he didn't want to, then why did the words sound like he was?