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His tail whisked softly behind him, dusting up a slurry of the fresh snow, and then he steadily crept from behind the mound. It was at this point he could get a good view of the girl. She was young, spry, and a mix of colors that set off alarm bells in his head; Tryphon was perplexed by this. He didn't know anyone that looked more suited to the summertime versus the winter, at least he couldn't remember anyone. Oddly, the boy's mind flashed to the red-haired woman that had come calling to the Dusk wolves' doorstep, but that made little sense too.

The momentary lapse aside, Tryphon did keep moving — he followed after the stranger at a good and safe distance, but kept her close enough to speak to, although it wasn't long before she stood off to the side and gave control of the situation to him. Another oddity. Tryphon took orders, he made deals and kept promises. He served, he did not lead. But, given the chance to explore the creek and potentially find a meal, he stepped in to the role without complaint.

The pair marched quietly together for some time. Tryphon was curious of her, but too shy to ask questions - and eager to keep his attention on their surroundings, lest they miss their chance.


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