Snowforest Taiga You fell asleep again

Enemies? Tryphon's head tilted slightly at the word, but he didn't say anything. It was strange to think that the tiny family pack could have any enemies, but maybe the south was filled with a different kind of wolf. Tryphon wasn't too interested in going south anyway, so he gave a small nod-shrug combo filled with awkwardness, and tried to think of another option. 

"-we stick together." Scimitar said, and the tone of the older beast's voice made Tryphon worry more; he sounded tired, almost defeated. They'd survive this, though. All they needed was a new home and there were options, they just had to be sought out. "Ok." was all he said as a response, before falling in to a somber silence; what else could he say?

"If the south has... Enemies.." The boy started to think and speak, which surely wouldn't end well, "Do we have friends anywhere at all? I think there's a pack in the ice somewhere we could... I dunno... Ask for a few days to rest with them, if we have to?" In the long run, they'd need their own territory; but the pack as a whole was pretty beaten down by the fire. Tryphon thought of Tyrr, but didn't go in to detail - he wasn't entirely sure the dark-coated man had succeeded in making a home for himself, or if that was even his plan back when they last saw one another. It was a blurry day to Tryphon, like many others.