And as such a Trent would move, he would hear a screeching from above.
Now, to such a figure as tall and powerful as this, an ear-piercing call from a great Hyoite Eagle would cause no distress. However, such a creature could still have drawn interest, as it soared high in the sky. Though the light from the sky was not completely capable of viewing, the shadow that crawled upon the ground was enough to declare the existence that such a bird was nearby. The shadow would at first soar straight towards the Trent, before cutting around his right to a circling formation. And from there, one could count at least three and a half rotations the shadow made around the Trent before landing atop its shoulder.
The talons clutched gently upon the bark below it, as it sensed the familial bond one wild creature would have with another. However, its head would twist sideways for a moment before its wings flared and another screech followed, where the eagle would calm down from there. The head, with quite flinching reflexes, turned its head towards the Trent, looking into its eye with that of its own.
And after a few moments of waiting would the snow go to show another figure. A man, yes, but a tall one at that. One much larger than the average that was seen. And with all the apparel on, one could've easily guessed it to be that of a troll. But no, this was man's troll. Athok, the Glacier. Born from both might and cold, this man traveled the frostbites of Hyoite, with his soul companion. A companion which seemed to rest upon quite an uncommon fellow's shoulder at this time.
A few more steps forward and Athok would notice the ground he was staring at bore two giant feet. Following them up, he looked to the head of the Trent, in his peripheral view his bird, who cooed slightly before twitching once more, letting out a much more lighthearted screech as it remained perched upon the newcomer's shoulder.
Now, of course, a hunter's mouth would part as he stared to the creature. Not only did he not know of its origin, he knew not if it. It was much taller than Athok, which gave an impression that he now had some competition, humorously of course. After a moment of being silent, and seeing that this Trent made no moves against him, Athok's own voice thundered heavily through the snow, a quiet yell which quite easily made its way to the Trent's ears. "I think she likes you!"
After another moment from a nervous chuckle, his right fist pounded upon his heart, slinging his bow over his shoulder before such an action. "I am Athok! I wander these parts! And that is Eurielle! But you can name her whatever you wish, a lot of folk around here do!" He spoke with much lightheartedness and his voice seemed to be welcoming, ready for a conversation with such a creature. And at that moment, Athok realized the flaw in his welcoming. Did this creature even speak?