Northstar Vale steady as a beating drum

[table width=80%][tr][td]Tryp had not shown his face much on their slow move to the mountains; he had been too scared to truly befriend anyone in fear of losing them. He loved Pyro and his brother had scattered off again to a place he did not know; oh, if Pyro just knew how much his big brother worried about him. And then there was their group that held a peculiar raven girl that he was head-over-heels for; not to mention the group of well-respected "men" that had led them all so close together. The brute felt torn in half and he wished not to know what side he would later lean to if his brother did not decide to come back to them.

He had hunted for them on their travels; not very much, but enough for a snack every now and then and surely that was more than most did. And so, it surprised him when Rannoch himself came to him for help. Tryp had only showed his skills in hunting but he was fairly useless (in his eyes) with anything else. Still, with a respectful nod did he indicate that he was listening and up for the task - giving his tail a wave in curiosity and slight pride.[/tr][/td][/table]