Northstar Vale i'm the pretty prince of parties

Joining a pack was one of the easiest ventures a wolf could make; some packs might be full, some leaders might not like something about a potential recruit, but generally speaking — this was the easy part. Tryphon turned his ears towards the first when he spoke, and then they cupped the air expectantly, shooting forwards upon his head as he listened to the gray newcomer reply; they were flanking Jax now, leading him through the territory. There was something in the way Jax smiled that did not sit well with Tryphon though, and he reached out to give the boy a (possibly undeserved) snap of his teeth when his face was nearer to him. It was harmless; a dominant reaction likely resulting from Tryphon's need to grab at Jax's nose and reinforce his own high position. His snap met air and he lagged back a half-step, then turned his attention away from the new boy, as if he had heard something in the distance that was of greater importance. He followed alongside Warbone until the trio met with others, then broke away and found something else to occupy his time.