Sheepeater Cliff Put down your sword and crown

This stranger is a boy, and he is young. While he remains unknown to Tryphon - despite the insistent sniffing and cautious prying - he is familiar in the strangest of ways. For a brief moment the stranger looks like someone else. His face is more angular, his pelt more of a rufus mix, with striking gold and tawny tones throughout. Tryphon blinks and pulls his head back in surprise just as the stranger mentions his solitary status, and Tryphon squints at him. He takes a step around the other wolf and scrutinizes the details, wondering if it was just a trick of the light or if this wolf has two faces - a silly thing to question. When the image does not resurface, the boy assumes he is just imagining things and visibly calms down. He does not realize the similarities between this boy and the brother he has long forgotten, but something in his mind is trying to remind him.

It is clear that the other wolf is nervous, perhaps even afraid. Tryphon does not wish to cause a commotion, nor does he want to bring undue attention to himself or to Saghani despite her absence from his side. So he backs off, slinking away from the other wolf a few feet, before lowering himself to his haunches and trying to appear relaxed. It is the best he can do without speaking, and hopefully it alleviates the wanderer's worries. He is still curious of the other wolf, but now a bit more confused. A wolf cannot have two faces and yet, for that split second, Tryphon could've sworn he knew him as someone else.