Shadewood You're just like your father

Someone from Arthendal perhaps? Tagging @Burke and @Malice for visibility. He's close enough he could wander near their border, but I didn't want to have a trespassing thread. :P

A heavy rain sluiced across the horizon and smudged the sky with sheets of gray; the shadows around him were amorphous with crepuscular light, as the sun had been blotted out by clouds that resembled the layering of ink upon ink, rather than the cheerful and plump variety that characterized summer.

He had not meant to return to the wilds at all, really. Not without Saghani. Yet after Tryphon's abrupt departure — their's, together — the two had separated. He had wondered for a time if it had been on purpose. She was a wild thing, a woman of few words, and maybe she had desired something he was lacking. There were many things the boy could have done; he could have hunted for her, cried out into the night, or doubled back along their irregular route.

Instead, he'd gone his own way. The green returned to the universe, the herds with it, and Tryphon trailed after a small family of caribou as they traipsed their way eastward through the hinterlands. It was in the early morning that he'd finally decided to rest for a few hours, and left the herd to their antics. Sleep had consumed some hours, but the boy woke to the sound of rain, and now it was a tumultuous affair — the wind was causing the heavy drops to slant sidelong in to the line of trees.

With a solumn glance betwixted the trunks of the adjacent growth, Tryphon saw the ambling silhouette of a caribou or some such creature, and rose to his feet so as to follow.