Lone Star Mountain combustion

Quietly shoves Tryphon in.

He was investigating a frostbitten raspberry plant when the call rose up; the wild berries were forgotten, barren as they were, and he did not waste much time. The shadow and the ghost did not spend all their time together, even in travel. It made more sense to spread themselves thinly across the mountainside until a route was discovered - or food - and then, as Saghani did, call for the other.

Tryphon caught the smell of blood, which he knew well. The other scents were confusing to him. He had never seen a sheep before nor had he eaten one, so when he came upon the scene, draped in the grayness of an oncoming night, he was perplexed. He saw the pale wolf first. She was eagerly assaulting a band of inky crows, but did not seem interested in the meal. The boy was stiff-legged and unsure until he spotted the familiar shadow woman. His ears cupped the soundless air, and his tail wagged high for a brief moment.

The boy lingered near Saghani's position, inching closer, but kept tabs on the other wolf as well. He was unsure of their relationship to one another. And while he was hungry, Tryphon knew to wait his turn. He would hold back until they had both had their fill.