Northstar Vale i'm the pretty prince of parties

They all swept in, creeping from the shadows or careening out from behind trees, some quick and some slow like Tryphon. He watched the others in his peripheral vision, ears rotating with every slight sound, until Warbone advanced and began to speak. With no reason for his own words to spill forth, Tryphon was his usual silent self. He did step up to show support to his first though; the boy poised himself defensively near Warbone's flank. Then, as the stranger began to speak, the boy became a stoic observer.