Blacktail Deer Plateau miles, miles, miles

Robust? He'd never heard the word before, but could assume its meaning. She spoke of his youth so it was likely a comment on his size, and his ears fanned either side of his head with a brief display of embarrassment. Tryphon would always feel like the fat kid at the party no matter how fit the rogue lifestyle made him. Yes, he was big, and yes that bigness was because of his broad figure and ample muscle, but he didn't know that.

The question itself made him shrug. He turned to regard her with a shy (almost skeptical) glance, and again betrayed his nervousness with the swift diverting of his attention to the ground at his own feet. I had someone fer a-while, but... thinking of Saghani always depressed him. As a naturally sad individual, this wasn't much of a change, and he got over it within a few moments. I don't fit. With packs, with people in general... Within his own skin. It was a vague answer but also, oddly, very telling. 

It felt wrong somehow to press her for information, so the socially inept Tryphon fell silent after speaking, and idled.