Northstar Vale You're just like your father.

Something came over him as they tussled and played - something he would not have words for, even if his voice were to return - rooted deep in the primordial, instinctive side of him. He chased after her, kicking snow, weaving, ducking his head only to rear up and snap carefully at any close parts of her; almost like he wanted to consume her the way he would a deer. But he did not see her as the target of his hunger - at least not the kind of hunger that made sense to him. Tryphon pursued her until there was no more ground between them, and he reared up, landing square on the small of her back for the briefest of moments. He was reaching for her ears and was thinking of nothing else, although his body reacted to the heat of the moment, sending a heat rising from his groin. Put off by this sudden strange feeling, Tryphon loses his balance - and as he slams back in to the snow, hearing it crunch beneath his paws, it is once more forgotten - and the chase continues, albeit in more closed quarters.