Trent realised when stepping into the house what he remembered it from. He'd intruded here and that pup, Skoll, had caught him. With horrid shame he realised how terrified he had been by the child, and he was disgusted with his own cowardice. He glanced around at the shiny stuff -- he still didn't have much of any of it -- and how he'd wanted some and that was what had drawn him inside, stupidly unaware wolves lived here. And the King, of all wolves. Hadn't his mate passed away, or something along those lines? Poor Skoll. Trent followed Terra, thoughtfully thinking about all of that.
He followed Terra up the stairs and looked around the room. The weapons and jewels caught his attention first, because he loved this human stuff even though he had nothing of it himself, before he noticed the blankets on the floor. Trent wanted to check out the blanket-nest on the ground first, before the howling in the closet caught his attention.
They were so soft-looking and tiny! Trent watched them with marvel about nature's miracles. "They're adorable," Trent said with a smile on his face as he watched the pups quieting down at Terra's approach. Well, they were adorable now... When they were better able to escape their dens, they'd probably be an unstoppable duo of mischief, Trent reckoned.