Blacktail Deer Plateau miles, miles, miles

It had not been his intention to bother her; he had sought out the sounds in the brush and seen the retreating darkness, and thought, maybe Saghani came back. Maybe she had followed the herd like they used to. However, she would not know to visit this place lest she had found traces of him elsewhere, and tracked him here. By now Tryphon carried Saena's scent; he smelled of the cliffs and the caves, the pine forest and the musk of wolf he had not carried in some time. If the dark woman had returned, perhaps she would be turned off by Tryphons shifted alliegance?

He kept his eyes upon the section of the foliage where the deer had vanished, and only turned his ears to the sound of the stranger's voice; then his head, as he regarded her carefully but was too nervous to look directly at her for any lengthy period, so he couldn't tell. With a muted tone, almost sounding insincere, he muttered, Sorry, and instantly his body melted into a defferential stance of submission and apology. When Tryphon looked back to where the deer had traipsed, he added, you hunt alone?