Thunder Dome Kill them with succes and bury them with a smile

As soon as he stopped to reflect upon this discovery, he was hit in the face with a new scent: a deeper one, familiar and foreign at the same time. This wasn't Asterr after all, but some sort of wandering young man like himself. But to have tricked him so easily and so thoroughly, there must have been a connection. Tryphon resisted the urge to move away when he was spotted; his ears turned towards the voice, but flattened as soon as Asterr was mentioned. The boy could've ignored the query and fled right then and there, but he chose to linger. With a crackling voice - almost prepubescent in its irregularity - he croaked, "Met herrr, once." Was this a friend? Tryphon worried that this stranger would be just as pushy and insistent as the woman.