Blacktail Deer Plateau miles, miles, miles

For an inexplicable reason, Tryphon had doubled-back after meeting with Saena and pledging himself to her. Perhaps he wanted to linger upon that ledge a little longer with his thoughts? He could see forever from up upon the plateau, or he liked to think so, and caught himself wondering where in the world Saghani had gone - if she would return to him. But Saena had been right. He had to move on, find something else in life. He clings to what he knows though, for he knows so very little.

But while he is watching the horizon Tryphon thinks he hears something in the depths of the forest — a shriek? A call of some kind, which rouses him from his thoughts. He pulls himself to his feet and begins to meander down from his chosen throne, and comes upon the scene of shapes retreating, and a wolf turned inward upon itself; he sees the flash of a tongue and smells blood, albeit faintly, and is made curious.

He doesn't speak - but he does chuff softly, alerting the stranger that she is not alone, and then casts a nervous look upon the dark path that the deer used for their escape. Would they be back? He'd stand guard just to be safe.