Northstar Vale i'm the pretty prince of parties

Again and again, there were new scents slipping between the cracks. It was enough to make Tryphon's anxiety fluctuate on an hourly basis; but he need not be afraid, not when he had the others to rely on. It was hard for him still, and perhaps it would be for a while, but Tryphon had to learn. He had grabbed a couple of bodies which were lazing in the midday sun and tempted them away from the bulk of the pack for another hunting excursion — wordless, as always — when the tumbling of stones and a flurry of startled birds caught his attention. Looking to his companions, Tryphon froze on the spot, and then boofed softly, indicating  his curiosity. The howl came after and while it wasn't that far-off from their present position, the boy was too nervous to make the first move to intercept.