Northstar Vale You're just like your father.

There was a disturbance in the force snow, a crunch which made Tryphon lift his head and turn, alert. As soon as his gaze settled upon the oncoming shadow, the tense energy in his limbs swiftly abated. It was wonderful to have her company again. Strange, too, that the boy would so easily fall in with the rogue without protest - but she seemed able and willing, and had yet to tarnish that reputation. On her approach he moved to greet her, sniffing at the fur of her scruff as soon as their bodies intersected, probing her for potential injuries with his nose, and gathering information that may have clung to her fur. It seemed as if she had encountered few others since last they'd sojourned. He gave her shoulder a playful bump then, and raced away from her side - only to duck in to a play bow beneath the boughs of one of the alien trees.