Firestone Hot Springs Nightmares

His hopes were sucked away by the mist as soon as he heard the stranger's voice. Whatever the dark figment was, it was not the wolf that Tryphon so desperately sought after. This deflated him further; yet he did not retreat, not even when the obscured silhouette seemed to grow large and overbearing. He stood his ground in a rare moment of courage (or curiosity perhaps) and saw with his own pale eyes - no, this was a man. Saghani was not here. 

Alas, his last hope had been vanquished. Now all that Tryphon could do was decide on where to go next — back to the cliffs and the mountains, where Saena waited? Or further, just to test his luck one last time? For now Tryphon lingered on the pool's edge and watched as the smog cleared, at least in part, to reveal the stranger. Oh, the boy sighed, head ducking a bit and ears folding back, I'm sorry, I... Lost someone.

At this rate, Tryphon figured he had lost her for good.