Blacktail Deer Plateau buried in the dark

And like that, he was a pledge to her cause. Or perhaps not the cause - just to her? For now that was enough. When she spoke of the vale he listened keenly, ears turning; but then she mentioned someone called Warbone, and without hesitation he looked worried. His ears folded back, and he pursed his lips in a hard line. Someone with a name like that must be strong, he thought. It seemed fitting though. That Saena (introducing herself while he pondered) would pair off with a creature from such a brutal background made sense to Tryphon. He didn't know Warbone yet, and made plenty of assumptions.

Do you want to go see it? The vale, I mean. Saena went on to ask, but Tryphon wasn't sure. He regarded her shyly with his peripheral vision, stealing tiny glimpses with a shift of his face or his yellow eyes, and inevitably rested his attention on the distant lowlands. I'll find you. I.. I promise. And I won't be long. If these were his last moments as a lone wolf, he would cherish them a little more. And perhaps if he was lucky Saghani would turn up? But that was a dim hope. Truthfully, he had much to think about, and while the young man wanted to see this new home, he was a bit turned off by the prospect of sharing with another - and sharing his new friend, selfish as that was.