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The girl refuted him, but Tryphon wasn't about to accept anything she said. He was agitated enough by her repeated lies and his own wounded pride - if thats what it even was - that he was ready to make her tell the truth; his teeth flashed, and he lunged, but it was at this moment that the girl's words were cut short. Not by him, but by a dark figure charging from the surroundings. At first, through a trick of the mind or maybe the hope of the heart, he thought it was Saghani -- but the voice booming from the creature was deeper, and though he held her scent, he held a great wrath that set him apart.

Tryphon was up and running like hell. He had to actively resist the urge to turn around and fight the beast, knowing that he did not have the prowess to be effective. The wolf chomped down upon his hindquarters though, causing Tryphon to turn his head around and snap his teeth, trying to skirt the attention of those fangs by bowing his hips and curling his tail. The wolf got a few good bites on his heels though, tearing at the skin. He would not linger. If Saghani chose to run with these beasts it was her decision. And if not, he would find her somewhere safe.