Trent didn't think poorly of Terra's defensiveness, since he understood that when you were a trickster, no doubt there were others who were out to trick her back. Trent wasn't really one of them -- he knew better than to steal from someone in his own pack, let alone from someone who could best him in speed and likely strength, too, and definitely in brains -- but understood that Terra's instincts worked like that because of how she was.
The coywolf watched the children squirm around and wrestle with one another with a smile on his face. He wasn't one for children much, but could never help but smile when he saw pups. "Decided against naming one Trent Junior, did you?" Trent said while looking back at Terra with a mock hurtful expression. "Those are lovely names, though. Do they mean anything?" He wondered if Terra had picked them for any specific reason, because he thought to recall that Terra had said something about meaningful names. That was probably why she hadn't named one Trent, then.