Northstar Vale eclipse

Warbone was a far more physical creature than what Tryphon was accustomed to. Moreso than anyone he could remember, anyways. Each time the leader moved towards the boy there was a sense of anticipation - a hesitation - wherein Tryphon did not know what to do; he felt the man tug softly at an ear and then, with a delayed reaction, Tryphon flicked it as if to rid himself of a pesky fly. There was no reason for him to be afraid of Warbone. He was intimidated of course, but so far Warbone had done nothing to implicate himself as a threat to Tryphon — it was just the nature of the beast that had the boy on-edge.

Perhaps once they got to work and they both could focus on prey, Tryphon would feel better about things. He followed after his superior without another word spoken, at least until Warbone murmured something, to which Tryphon's ears shot forwards on his head in an expectant manner, nearly missing the comment. His brow knit with a brief spell of confusion, although a split-second later he had some grasp of what had been said. He responded plainly, as always: Is there a difference?

Ah, yet in speaking Tryphon realized how immature he sounded; back went his ears, and before Warbone could respond to such a pointless question, Tryphon answered properly. S-swine. He'd seen the sheep on the cliffs when he'd crossed the mountains months ago, and they had been agile things with great curving crowns upon their heads. Tryphon did not think himself to be strong enough to combat something so fierce.