Porcupine Ridge strange perfections in any stranger

Still open to anyone from PR, even if its just a cameo, and always open to @Saghani if she is around!  

He hadn't made it far before a sound permeated the chilled air. At first he thought it was just the wind, or a weighted branch snapping beneath the weight of snow; but then there was a dark figure approaching him, and Tryphon felt a mixture of elation and anxiety peak in his heart. Was it her? At first he thought so - wished it so - but the stranger rounded on his position and he saw the differences between this shadow and his shadow. This was only a girl, her body even younger than his own - and marked with white, a splash he mistook for snow caught in her scruff at first. Not willowy, but not heavy like himself. Their posture bespoke a hurried interest in him, and then the words came to make the point ever clearer.

The boy's ears flicked forward, expectant and obliging to the voice, but then they fell back against his grey head. He had no answer for her. He could plead ignorance - which would have been somewhat true - but Tryphon wasn't eager to expose his feelings so easily. It wasn't like he was aware of what brought him here either; only the need to see Saghani again, and the foolish dismissal of the warning signs. This was a pack's lands, and he knew not to be here, but he was tempting fate for her - greedy in his desire for companionship.

It was clear by his rigid stance, his lowering head and spiking fur, that he would not answer the girl. He sneered through a brief flash of his fangs at her, warning her to keep back from him, but such a threat would not hold for long. He was ready to bolt if he had to - absolutely had to - but Tryphon was still on the hunt, and he wasn't going to be dissuaded by a child. He took a bold step on, and then another, slipping his teeth away for a moment, and wondered if she would do anything of consequence.