Northstar Vale You're just like your father.

*creeps in*

Having taken some time to herself, Saghani presently trailed the path her companion had taken. She kept her head low and her attentions at their peak, ears receptive to any sound that might come to them. Saghani was used to the general movement of the wood but in particular she sought sounds that meant danger. Since she no longer hungered after her great meal, the breaking of the underbrush did not cause her to whip her head every which way when it occurred. That did not mean she did not generally peruse the scents surrounding her; she took inventory casually, in case the day came when she would need to find grouse or a drove of hare.

The setting gradually changed. Snow did not have a hold on everything in its path, it seemed. She witnessed the same thing the silver one did, with him embraced by the warm-colored warm despite the chill that whispered past them. But the winds had no real hold here. Saghani paused long enough to relieve herself conveniently over the mark that Tryphon had left, tail waving as she broke into a headlong sprint to meet him once she had finished.